Last week our little, indeterminate age, rescue dog, passed very suddenly, without warning. Over the last two years I had to sell my horse, because of finances, we lost our old dog, it was just his time, our cat to cancer, and now this.
I do not remember the last time we didn’t have at least one horse and one pet, many times we had multiples of each. Now there are so many ouch moments, when you hold the door open for your shadow to follow you, when you come home from the barn and there is only DH to welcome you, no snuggles on the couch, each one stings a little bit
BUT
We went to the city the other day, and did not have to worry about getting home. I have to go to the next city over next week, for a hospital check up, husband wanted to maybe stay overnight, well I guess now it’s possible. We are indoors looking at the Arctic weather out there, and no one is sad that we don’t have to go walk.
I don’t know how I feel about living petless, I’m in my late 60’s, DH mid 70’s, I guess we wait until spring and see what happens. I did wonder about volunteering to be a foster dog parent, might follow up on that thought.
Just feeling a bit off kilter and ungrounded and sad right now.