a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog, tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
anniversary
has it really been almost 4 years of posting? ah, it must be. for today is the anniversary of my sweet ManDog's passing, which was the event that started it all...this blog...the feeling too full of things that needed to get out, and nowhere to put them. so i started writing them here. never dreaming that i'd still be here 4 years later. sharing my thoughts and dreams and tender sweet moments and fury and all that has been good and all that has been rotten. and never dreaming that so many connections would be made. that was the gift sweet Kita left. yes, i still miss him as if it were just moments ago that i kissed his nose and told him i loved him to the moon and back. i wonder if diva still thinks of him...do dogs do that? i remember she mourned for some time...being uncharacteristically quiet, and subdued. not even caring if she bit the kids or went for a walk. he was a special spirit. he visits my dreams often, and although i know we'll all be together again some day, the waiting is a lonely time. i'll take this evening for quiet, and remembering, and allowing a little sad in, but also allowing the happy in, remembering time's shared and time marked. diva's getting older and slower and blurrier, and i fear soon she will leave me too. i ask her "not too soon...not yet." and her kiss is a promise. where Kita taught me about unconditional love, diva teaches me patience. i honor them both.
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HUGS to you.
anniversaries of losing someone you love, furry or otherwise always strike us where it hurts. Be gentle and loving to that wounded part of you. Big loving hugs !
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