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.

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  1. So sorry about Sydney. Animals help us so much, they give us things that humans can’t. Loving them adds a dimension to our lives that is hard to explain to people who don’t have pets. I do believe they are waiting for us in the hereafter. As we cross-over, all the animals we have ever cared for will greet us with their tales wagging and their tounges hanging out, asking “Were have you been? We missed you? Come with us down this road” My condolences to you and your family.

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