I am still grieving so hard for my Luna that I'm going take a week off.
I really don't feel like writing.
I'm kind of a private griever.
I am a private griever.
I do want to take a moment to thank everyone for their kind, kind words and even gifts.
Mo and Carolyn brought over flowers - so sweet.
We got several cards in the mailbox from friends and neighbors - so kind.
A handful of people stopped by to offer hugs - thank you all and I'm sorry I was not able to be more available to you for those hugs. I'm not good at hugging when I'm grieving. I'm funny that way.
We buried her in the yard on Sunday and it almost killed me.
I held on to her paw until Jack told me I had to let go so he could finish.
I know I'll feel better at some point, but right now I don't even want to.
I want to let myself feel as bad as I need to for as long as I need to.
She was that kind of dog.
I felt like this when I lost my cat, Maggie, but I still had Luna and Beau so that helped.
Then again when I lost Beau, but I still had Luna.
And now they're all gone and I am bereft of them.
I wish I could always live my life as intentionally as if it were my last day, but that's just not what we humans do, is it?
Maybe I'll try harder because I know I would have spent her last day much differently had I only known.
Had I only known.
See you in a while.