The last week was one of adjustments here at our house. I catch myself coming in to the house and pulling two cookies from the jar, looking down and realizing there is now only one dog to accept a treat. Quentin spent a few quiet days and has spent the rest of the week exploring the new reality here. He likes laying on the special pillow that Maggie used to favor. I think he's lonely when we are out of the house because now when we return, he gets up to meet us with excitement and kisses. Maggie was once the greeter. Quentin looked on from his perch on the couch.
We've been taking walks together. Which is nice for both of us.
I've been sleeping better than, well, since I can remember. I have even been dreaming which is a rare occurence for me. Maggie was always restless at night, pacing around, getting on and off the bed, her nails clicking on the wooden floors. Quentin sleeps through the night. Last night he got up and went out to sleep on his pillow and came back in the morning for some snuggles.
After feeling like I was moving through fog for weeks, I can sense a clearing of my mind. I'm motivated to clear out some of the spaces around us. Sweets reorganized the garage and put some of the items I've accumulated garbage picking and never repurposed as planned out to the curb. Seeing that pile at first made me mad but I'm okay with letting go now. I pulled some things out of the basement that we don't need, too.
Boxes filled with clothes and shoes have been marked for donation or stocking an Etsy shop. Books, oh my, there are lots of books piling up that need to find new homes. And there is the matter of a bag filled with piano keys in the basement that I don't know what to do with. Yet another one of my unfulfilled craft projects. If anyone has use for the piano keys or an interest in a book swap or something, let me know.
I got some really, really big exciting news today that I'll be sharing with you as soon as I have some details. At last, some good news.
Hey girlie ~ I'm catching up after switching from Verizon to Optimum, and can't read much at work.
I once had a cat that I loved..rare, cause I'm not a cat person. But I loved her to bits. I adopted her from the shelter when I was 18. Mom wanted to strangle me but she got over it and fell in love with her too.
Then, year later, her time came... and I had to say goodbye at the vet's office.
Pet lovers maybe don't get it, but the grief is a very difficult process. It does get easier as you say... but I'm still sending you hugs, love, and totally understanding what you're going through.
I'm so glad that your heart is starting to feel lighter. xo
Posted by: bella | Tuesday, July 14, 2009 at 07:31 AM
it's a difficult transition, learning to exist in a space with a piece of empty. I find it touching to see how animal friends deal with the loss. when our precious cat bodhi was run over in front of our house, her fox terrier brother milo would insist on lying down on the spot in the road during his walks. it was heartbreaking.
Posted by: lisa | Wednesday, July 15, 2009 at 07:48 AM