It is the little things. Getting out of the car, walking into the house. I could be out at a restaurant or grocery store. It could be just about dinner time. Suddenly, I remember. A fleeting thought, "I have to get home."
Twelve and thirteen years of loving and caring for my two cocker spaniels does that. Only this morning, as I was exiting my car I remembered again. Like I did last night. The day before. And before that. They are no longer on the earth plane.
Each day, I take the steps up to their resting place on either side of the growing hydrangea my children sent in their honor. I can't walk past without clutching.Or tears. I loved them dearly. Always will. They are the heart of my heart. The pitter patter of my life. My buddies.
It is hard to look at their photos. Recently, I came across a video I took of them while in New Hampshire. For a moment, they were beside me. Physically. I suppose in so many ways, they will always be at my side. Watching. Protecting. Loving.
I am truly grateful.
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