I am off to Fort Wayne today, on an errand to take someone to a doctor’s appointment. It will be cold, but not supposed to snow. And that is what I have been reduced to – minutiae and weather reporting. Probably not a good sign.
Someone found another one of Shane’s Wubbas – under something or behind something or stuck down in a crevice. I was speaking of him the other day, about his death that came so suddenly and unexpectedly. I have for some reason gathered so many people and connections and memories in that dog. The newly-surfaced, but half-chewed Wubba caused my throat to constrict and two tears to run down my cheeks.
They call them Aussie Heart Dogs because of the asymptomatic time bomb in their hearts; I think there is another component to the name. The defect breaks your own heart, over and over again. All he ever did was love people and clown around.
People tell me Shane’s gone and he’s not coming back, and while I understand it, the tears still come and I long for that soft warm fur in which I could snuggle my face.
Not a very brave post, not upbeat, not forward-looking. Still I find mourning Shane comforts me, as if I am sending a message to him of love.
Loss is loss
and it hurts doesn’t matter if they walk on two legs, four legs, or don’t walk at all.
Thank you. With love, AJ