What a surreal experience… to be exquisitely joyful while suffering the sadness of loss.
Two days before Christmas, we lost our pup Moby. It was disturbingly sudden. One moment, we were enjoying a pre-Christmas dinner with Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the next moment struck with the hot, gut-pinching emotion of sudden loss.
We didn’t sleep the night we received the call – the silly pup played himself to death!? He was only 6, but his heart couldn’t keep up with his will to run around and around and around and around…
But then we emerge from our restless night to find our pigtailed daughter squealing with the delight one can only obtain from banging brightly colored blocks together.
We laughed with her…
then cried….
then mimicked Paisley’s strange but joyful gurgling noises…
then dreaded our inevitable return home to find Moby’s long hidden chew tows wedged between couch cushions….
then basked in a sunny morning family stroll…
then comforted our equally stricken dog sitter through her own grief…
then played ticklemonster…
then…
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