September 8, 2003 ---------------------January 24, 2017
Well, a week has gone by since Gaston died and it's still difficult to put into words the loss I feel. When Carmel died a few years ago I at least felt prepared. Even tho he was 13 and slowing down, he wasn't really "sick". I think that's what makes it so difficult. There wasn't any warning - I wasn't prepared - he just got sick and died in my arms.
So - after 13 years he is gone. When I returned from the Vets I came back to a dark, quiet apartment with just his collar and leash in hand - I never felt like I lived alone until that moment.
No more music playing on the radio to keep him company while I'm gone.
No more lights on timers so he's not in the dark while I'm gone.
No more chewies strewn all over the floor to step on in the dark.
No more blankets bunched up to trip over.
No more tufts of hair all over the place.
No more humpy elephant.
No more long slow walks visiting every tree and bush in Wyntre Brooke.
No more treats from the leasing office.
No more sharing my Cheerios every morning.
No more being chased down every time I have a plate in my hand.
No more being guarded in the kitchen in case something falls on the floor.
No more.......
Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for your unconditional love. Till we meet again.