PORCH PONDERINGS

Adrift

We picked up our dog's ashes today. They were in a nice urn, beige with dog's paws inscribed on it. Her name was on it as well. Bonnie. It has been 6 weeks since we took her to the vet and put her to sleep forever.

No one told me how hard that act would be. No one told me how hard saying good bye to that animal would be.
No one told me how long I would be grieving for that animal. No one told me how much love I had stored in my heart for that animal.

Our lives were scheduled about that dog's needs. We walked when she needed a walk. We worried about getting home from shopping to get her outside for a walk. We worried when we traveled about who would watch our dog. We picked up dog poo on dog walks. We provided the correct amount of dog food and dog water. We brushed our dog. We made sure our dog didn't bark or bite.

In short, we were well-trained dog parents. We have lost our anchor, so we drift along and mourn our loss still.