One of the dogs that has been here from the very beginning, as you know is Wendy. After more than 14 years together, she knows me well. Many times when I've been consumed with a loss, she comes into the room and starts barking at me. This time was no different. I'm not sure when I noticed that there is something different in her eyes when she does that. But I know what she's telling me; she is reminding me that she and the others are still here, and that everything is and will be okay. Wendy has always been an independent dog, but during these times she stays close and follows me around. At nearly 16 years old, it's much harder for her to do these days, but she did. This morning, for the first time since we lost Taylor, she's not by my side, and is sleeping in, I know she's tired and needs her rest.
|~Wendy after a tiring 4 days for her~|
I will end my 600th post with saying that no words can begin to express my heartfelt thanks for your kindness and your thoughtful, sympathetic comments on the loss of Taylor. You've shared in our loss and have helped to ease the pain I feel in my heart, and that along with your friendships means more than you know.
Enjoy your Sunday!
|~CarrieAnne and Sheba~|