November 9th 2011 10:53 pm
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If you were here today old girl, you would have enjoyed the wonderful weather.
Lately it's been cool, but the sun is bright and shines the warm rays on my face just as it would warm your coat. You would have taken your long nap in the warm glow of the sun on top of the soft grass, before finally deciding to wake up and move. We might have walked around the block, crunching leaves beneath our feet or maybe just have spent time in the yard watching leaves fall and chasing pesky squirrels who dared to come down.
This time of year always seemed to be your favorite, and seeing the beautiful autumn trees with the warm sunshine and soft cool breeze made me think of you. Thinking of you being here with me... made me smile remembering all the good memories we shared out in that back yard amongst those leaves... Every day you are with me and because of you I remember to enjoy what I'm given. You're always in my heart.
"Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim."
"There's a stone I had made for Luke at the top of the hill road, where the pasture opens wide and the setting sun highlights the words carved into its face. "That'll do, Luke, that'll do." The words are said to working dogs all over the world when the chores are done and the flock is settled: "That'll do dog, come home now, your work is done."
[Lucky's] work is done too. [She] took my heart and ran with it, and [she's] running still, fast and strong, a piece of my heart bound up with [hers], forever."
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