On June 1st, my dog died. Then we got a new dog. Then on July 1st she ran away.
Things haven’t been super great here lately.
Before I go on, our new dog is safely home again. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t still a bit of a wreck about the whole thing. I noticed that I still am looking for her, even though I know she’s safely at home. I suppose a bit of it is just habit, looking for what I had lost. But I think a bit of it is worrying that she will get lost all over again. Continue reading
This week has been not my favorite. Like really not my favorite. This week has been filled to bursting with end-of-school-year busyness, the highs of birthday celebrations, and the lows of losing what is precious. Weeks like this wear me out and leave me aching for something I can’t quite grab — like trying to grab hold of the whirlpool in the bathtub drain; you can feel it, but you can’t capture it. I remember my babies, now very much not babies, when they saw the whirlpools in bathtub drains. Usually it was right before they escaped forever, and my babies were sad and wanted me to bring it back. But I couldn’t. Because the moment had slipped away. Continue reading