I was ok at bedtime, although it was weird to not have the Rocco parts of the routine...sort of wrong-feeling if that makes sense...
This morning, I was doing ok, got everything all ready to take the kids to a play date, and then I went to the basement to let the cats up (they sleep down there because they are selfish and noisy, and I won't let them sleep on my mead...), and sort of walked on autopilot to Rocco's crate to let him out...only he wasn't there.
I shed some tears, thankful that BB was already gone for the day, thankful that the kids were playing happily in the family room. It was still tough.
I know it will be for awhile and just when I think I'm over it, something will make me stop in my tracks and will catch me up and it'll hurt just like it did yesterday.
I promise I won't be maudlin and only post about the grieving for my dog...but today, I just don't have the words to really talk about anything else...maybe tomorrow...
3 comments:
Oh Kork, I'm so sorry to read about Rocco. I remember how hard it was this summer when we had to deal with Andrew's failing health. I'll keep you, B.B., Cap'n, and DG in my prayers over the next few days. I still expect to see Andrew sitting on the bath mat when I get out of the shower. I'm not sure that ever goes away.
This is your blog..Post what is on your heart, sleeve, mind..
Prayers for you girlfriend.
This is your blog..Post what is on your heart, sleeve, mind..
Prayers for you girlfriend.
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