12.26.2021

December 26, 2021

It is said the third day after is the hardest. It is when the finality sinks in and you struggle to try to resume the "normal" order of things. I felt it. So did the White Dog Army.

The day was tense and out of phase. Roman lost his way and slid back into reactive fearfulness. Everyone clung to each other as if a failure to do so would tear another away. There were lots of hugs and nuzzles that were as much questions as reassurance.

"I am not sure I can do this," Zsofia confided. "How do I fix our hearts?" "You don't, Sweet Girl. Time and love will show us how to live differently. Do not take on an impossible task. Instead, make the rounds. Speak softly and comfortingly to each of us. Ask to be loved in return. Together, is how we move forward in tiny, small steps."

 

5 comments:

Anonymous said...


You all will make it, I have watched from afar as you get through all types of sadness.
I know this is the worse, but my goodness 17 years old, wow! She was a remarkable dog and remains in your hearts forever. So be sad for a while but know that all of you are so strong that I know you will make it, I think Roman may step up more than you know, he has grown so very much.

Take care, be strong, hear my prayers & thoughts,
Lucy (Troy, Ohio)

24 Paws of Love said...

Tiny steps...

Becky Wells said...

Walking with you. Our loves gave us all they could and lived many more years than seems possible. Siku Marie for 17 and my Shadow for 18. We have been blessed. Love, Becky and her ragtag band

Meezer's Mews & Terrieristical Woofs said...

Hugs to all of you.
((( ♥ )))

meowmeowmans said...

We love you, sweet friends. Sending purrs and prayers of comfort and peace. XO