Starting Over

Although it's been longer than I anticipated, I still have a few obstacles to get through before I can begin to blog regularly. In addition to loosing my two best friends, Copper and Moon, my laptop died.  And that was okay because I needed "time."  


Thinking the laptop merely needed to be de-bugged, I reached out to my "techie" only to find out that replacing and repairing would cost what a newer one would.  Meanwhile, I had given him all of my backup drives and storage devices for all my photos, telling him to take his time.

Confident that when I was ready to blog, I would use my iPad, I soon discovered that the app I used to blog (Blogsy) on my iPad is no longer supported.  I was co tinually getting an error message from Google.  So while this post is being done using Blogger, let me say that using Blogger with IOS is not the "cat's meow".   So, if any of you have suggestions, let me know.  

When I think about the past few months, I KNOW that, although I missed everyone, it (the silence and time away) was something that I had to go through.  Furthermore, while I'm thinking of it, I cannot tell you how much I really appreciated those of you who reached out to me.  Thank YOU from the bottom of my heart for your kind and caring thoughts and words.  Thank you for respecting me and my feelings and for not asking too many questions causing the pain to resurface.

Of course, as you know, it began with me grieving over the loss of Copper in March, just two weeks short of his fourteenth birthday.   That was rough but, I had Moon and relied on her to get me through.  She did, never leaving my side, although her behavior was noticeably different.

Then three short months after Copper was put down, it was time to say good-bye to her. She was in pain...emotionally and physically. She missed "the boy" and not having Copper (who she had since day one), brought on new behaviors.  She lost interest in eating and  although I catered to her, she, at the age of thirteen, lost weight, was having difficulty getting up, and became more depressed. The Vet had said that quite often this happens with a surviving,  grieving pet. When it was time, she went peacefully, climbing onto my lap, snuggling up into my left arm (the arm that first held her when we found her as a stray pup).

Then, like so many other pet owners, I grieved. To this day, I still find myself inhaling deeply when something or someone reminds me of one of them, hoping I won't break down. The house seemed/and still seems so incredibly empty...so silent...as does being outside. Working in the yard, walking down the gravel road to get the paper and the mail, going for a walk...everything is different.  They were always with me.

As of now, I have no plans to get another dog. So, for now, I am...

Just seeing, saying, and sharing...

Starting Over