7 years ago our old Maggie died. I had used up my sick days so was all kinds of mess at work. We waited a year before we replaced her with Sunday but I realized she couldn't be replaced. The sting of grief has lessened to an occasional twinge but there is no magic of getting through the grief. Not even getting our lovable new Labrador (although it helped manage the grief). So grieve, my friend. Your metaphorical Sunday will come but not until you get through your metaphorical Saturday. Wish I could physically hold you and cry with you. Just so you would know that you're not alone.
Beautiful - so happy. At first this made me sad, but I couldn't help smiling as well. A lovely memory.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alexia. Me too. xo
DeleteAwww. I love these photos.
ReplyDeleteThey're happy guys. xo
DeleteNothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.
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And you can stop making me cry now please. xo
Delete7 years ago our old Maggie died. I had used up my sick days so was all kinds of mess at work. We waited a year before we replaced her with Sunday but I realized she couldn't be replaced. The sting of grief has lessened to an occasional twinge but there is no magic of getting through the grief. Not even getting our lovable new Labrador (although it helped manage the grief). So grieve, my friend. Your metaphorical Sunday will come but not until you get through your metaphorical Saturday. Wish I could physically hold you and cry with you. Just so you would know that you're not alone.
ReplyDeleteThanks, lady. Miss you.
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