I have tried real hard, not to tell you again
about the sadness I feel for the pup
that we lost<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but so many times a day, the tears will
catch in my throat, even when
I try hard not to give in, let them fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we won\u2019t talk about it much
best not to bring it up
as everyone was broken
and
traces of him
still
everywhere
tears in the window screen
scratches on the door
chewed corners on this and on
that
just missing that sleepy, smiley face, when I\u2019d come in from work
for a few minutes all kindness and
love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
part of it is guilt, of course
knowing what couldn\u2019t be fixed
scars on my legs, and arm
from being bitten
the desperation and defeat of things we could not heal with just
love
but oh god, we tried so hard
to hold
on
and what could possibly feel worse than fear
loss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe heard him mutter, ‘Can you take away this grief?’<\/strong> trusting time, you know\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n then there is love, that’s what saves us kind of sneaks its way in it sits down beside you for the moon \u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
‘I’m sorry,’ she replied. ‘Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears<\/strong> take away grief; that is what they are for.\u201d<\/strong>
~ Terry Pratchett<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
the many miraculous ways it comes
to find you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
gently
right where you are,
watching the setting sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and waits there, quietly
with
you<\/p>\n\n\n\n