-
Recent Posts
categories
archives
counting down
SpringMarch 20, 2016Spring has sprung!Categories
Meta
-
Join 280 other subscribers
Category Archives: dogs
Oh Little One, must you scare the Mommah?
Maverick and I went to visit our favorite doctor today – he has a “something” on his foot and Mommah worries. I thought it was a tick but it’s not going away, he’s licking and it’s red and it looks … Continue reading
When you think you can’t and find out you can
One of my friends is heavily involved in Greyhound rescue and has been for years. Last week, the voters in Florida chose to ban greyhound racing. The implications of this decision are far reaching. I won’t go into … Continue reading
I want to start a blog
That tells about the times Mom loses her shit and then feels bad about it. So today, after a great deal of exercise and stimulation, Maverick decided to run away from me and totally forget that he actually does know … Continue reading
Tears flowing
Today wasn’t a great day I’m not a morning person. Wandering the field while puppy chews sticks and eats grass and taking stones out of his mouth, and leaves out of his mouth, and waiting for him to be motivated … Continue reading
Don’t tell me
Not to cry It’s only been 3 months don’t tell me he’s waiting for me I don’t want him waiting for me in your heaven, I want him on my front porch Don’t tell me I should be better because … Continue reading
Counting Mondays
11 Mondays 11 weeks ago, we let you go. Much has changed in those 11 weeks. And every Monday, at 8:30, time stops, and I see your sweet face, and I feel your fur under my hands, and I whisper … Continue reading
Love in a bundle of fur
Max was many things, but he was not much of a cuddler. He loved people, but he was happy to have some distance between himself and anyone but a few. He would put his head on my lap, push himself … Continue reading
Posted in dogs, Maverick, Max, my life, puppies
Tagged healing, heartbreak, love, puppies
Leave a comment
Sleep deprived but not love deprived
I really didn’t want to love this little terror. I didn’t want to open myself up to this pain, this searing, unending pain, this loss that doesn’t get better with time, not again. And then they put him in my … Continue reading
Saying hello without saying goodbye
Almost ten weeks ago, we let Max go. Tomorrow we bring home Maverick. I’m still grieving. I still look for Max everywhere, in the family room on his rug, in the kitchen in front of the sink, where he always … Continue reading
And he’s beautiful
Max will always be first – in my life, in my heart, in my soul. He will always be my beautiful boy, the one I promised I would never leave. He didn’t like to share, his toys, his food, his … Continue reading