A week has passed since our precious Henrietta died. Because she was very ill, we made a final trip to our beloved veterinarian who put her to sleep quietly and painlessly. In a matter of minutes, she lay relaxed in our arms as her beautiful soul joined Herschell. We could almost hear the happy barking exuding glee upon meeting again. I can examine that thought now, but not a few days ago.
What is it like to live in a dogless home? We are learning quickly. There is no clicking of paws on our wooden floors. There is an empty water bowl in the hallway. There is only the sound of a doorbell ringing because no barking occurs. The refrigerator has extra space because there is no shelf designated for dog food. A dog treat jar now holds granola bars. The furniture holds no body imprints from naps atop stacked pillows. Leashes remain unused ready to be donated to a shelter.
In remembrance of our once two-dog home, I ordered two Gund stuffed dogs. They arrived yesterday via the mail lady who rang the doorbell at three. Even though there was no audible barking, I knew the babies had run to the door. I knew their little souls were wrapped up in the cardboard box that was presented into my arms.
I put Herschell’s collar on one and Henrietta’s collar on the other. The familiar tinkling of the metal ID plate again returned in our ears. I think having these little “pets” will be good for us as we gradually adjust to this huge change. In my heart, I can love them in a different way knowing Herschell and Henrietta are romping on the Rainbow Bridge.
Thank you to all my followers and greetings to my new ones. Many of you were introduced to my work after reading my first book, FROM WE TO ME…letters to my friend. This was published in the fall of 2013 and has enjoyed some success. Many of those who have read the book have written encouraging comments, saying it was helpful to those who are experiencing grief.
