…we loved you, Fluffles.
We buried our dear little guy yesterday. Darrell, his kind groomer, told us that she also felt it was time.
Our hearts are broken. I’m sure this will change us. I can’t stop crying. Ron is devastated.
I forced us to busy ourselves yesterday afternoon and evening with positive, life-affirming activities: supporting a fellow townsman who is fighting a gang of spoiled rich kids to put in an oyster farm; visiting the Wampanoag language reclamation project open house; transporting Emme home from work.
I forced myself to finish laundry and water the garden this morning. The sorrow comes and goes, though.