May 27, 2026 There's Got To Be A Morning After

 Look at that. The sun did come up after a horrible day of loss.

Under veterinarian advice and support. the day I dreaded had to be faced. His joints could no longer support his free spirit and puppy heart. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge with his head in my lap. 

I'll admit, it's going to be an adjustment. No more snorting, whimpering wake ups when he felt I had had enough sleep. No looking behind me to make sure I didn't trip over him. No moving to the side going out the door to avoid being knocked out of the way. The birds and squirrels will be able to eat in peace. Randy no longer has an excuse for every strange noise or smell, or the mud nuggets tracked in from outside. No competition for the recliner.

It's amazing how that small life took up so much room in the atmosphere of our home. I'm surprised it doesn't echo in here.

So this morning, still in my pajamas, I wandered the backyard, filling feeders, and not worrying about dodging poop in unexpected places. That led to me organizing the garden shed after all the planting, mulching, cleaning, and seeding. So weird, without my faithful supervisor. On some level though, I finally gained just a niggle of peace.

Bottom line: I'm either going to have to bear another child, or scour the shelters for some sweet old soul that needs some love from another old soul.

Just not quite yet. ☘


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