The morning routine is anything but. Her eyes are no longer watching my every move....from the bed...to the shower...from the floor of the closet while I'm getting dressed. I walk down the stairs solo....there are no mighty paws at my heels.
I miss her sitting by the front door, patiently waiting for me to put on my shoes and grab the phone and lead. I miss her eager anticipation of walking out onto the porch to discover the tiny treats Dona has left for her.
Stealth dog is not laying where I can trip over her ... she's not here to snatch up the bits of food that have hit the floor while I cook. She no longer magically appears as I butter the raisin toast. She is not here to lend an ear when I want to confide in her....or, to give me juicy kisses....or, to paw my leg when she wants a treat. And, she isn't here to walk with me. Yep. It's too damn quiet.
The 'new normal' leg of my journey has begun ...and it sucks.
I miss her so much.
My Roxie Girl. ♥
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| Roxie and I try a "Selfie" |
Ohhh, I so remember how I felt as you do. Time time time... it just takes time. I hate that word when it's for stuff like this--losing a beloved friend. But it's true.
ReplyDeleteOh, dear Peg. I know all too well the pain you are going through. Nothing will ever fill the hole that is left but it will make the pain easier to bear. What did I do? I sat down with all the photographs I could find of my dearest Gwennie and just immersed myself in all the wonderful, happy memories, and drowned in my tears as my here and now adjusted to the longing and the missing. Holding your hand from Across the Pond ~~~
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Patti ..... Deb. While this isn't an unfamiliar journey, this one has really hit home. xo
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