Monday, July 26, 2010

Ebbing (I think)

But maybe haunting me a little, too. I haven't seen Dar since Friday, July 16th. Sometime late last week, he wasn't the first thought I woke up to any longer. We lost our dear old cat, Miguel, who dropped a shocking amount of weight in a matter of days.

I tune in to the animals around me like a dowsing rod bends to water it cannot see. Grampa Gelli preoccupied me, tapped my instinct. On Friday, H.G. and I drove him to the vet. There was a large tumor in his abdomen and we had to let him go.

Dar ebbed, receded. But just there, in the background, he echoes. What if, what if, a pulse beating in still wondering, still wishing, still missing him.


Beth said...

Oh and again more Hugs!

Today I went out to see Corrie. Her right eye was swollen shut. I brought her in and groomed her. Abby was right there so I asked my trainer if I could play with her. As I groomed her from end to end I felt the same thought pulsing through my veins "what if, what if" I asked my trainer if I could ride her and he said "NO" not even a gentle "I don't think so." I miss her even as I was holding her head in my arms.

E said...

I am so sorry for you guys. What a month it has been. Blow after blow for us all.

Katie said...

I am so sorry for your loss. Things are not getting an easier right now, but I hope that will all change soon enough.