Animals, Books, Dogs, Emotions, Life, Reading

Saying Goodbye to Dante

The cold and dark reflect my mood this morning.  It has been one year today that I had to make the choice to let Dante go and have him put to sleep.  He was 13 years old and a huge cancer was literally eating away his leg from the outside in.  I still have his ashes.  I can’t bring myself to bury them in the backyard with everyone else yet.

My heart just isn’t in this today.  I wanted to stay in bed longer but I couldn’t.  My brain wouldn’t shut up and let me fall back to sleep.  I sit here and try to write this and end up staring out the window thinking of nothing.  Yesterday I watched a group of ravens or crows (they were too high up for me to see if their tail feathers were rounded or not) ride the wind currents over head.

I am almost done reading How Stella Got Her Groove Back.  I have about 100 pages left in the book.  If I sit down and just read today I will probably finish it.  There are a lot of blue jays out front.  I can hear them.

I’m going to wrap this up.  Sorry it’s so short and blah.  I just can’t think of anything to write.  Thanks for reading and stay safe.

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