Watershed

We have so many stories about Little Ann – she defined an era in our lives. And when she died, we missed her and she will always be a part of our shared history. But this dog, this Sydney, his passing is affecting me differently; it is a watershed moment. I feel a shift, a change, a screen door closing behind me – one that I can see through but mounted above a threshold I cannot cross again.

I know I am not lost, but right now, for awhile, I want to sit and rest before I shoulder my pack again.