Puddy

[Emeraldgreen]

Clare, my friend from England, told me that grief is like a big box that we carry around on our shoulders. In the beginning, it's so heavy that we can hardly carry it. As time passes, the box becomes lighter and smaller, to the point where we can put it in our pocket. We take it out occasionally and look at it, then put it back in our pocket to be dealt with again later when the need arises. After a while, it's no longer painful to look at the box but it helps us to recall the good times.

What an amazing way to think about grief. I can only imagine how heavy that box must be for you right now. I hope that you will continue to allow yourself to cry whenever, laugh whenever, post whenever and think of Puddy, good times and bad when the need arises. It will all sort itself out.
I remember when Charlie died last year under anesthesia, I was a complete wreck. I was angry with God and I cried buckets for weeks. I shocked myself with how much grief was pouring out. That has now passed but I still can't look at his picture without my heart feeling very heavy. And part of me hopes that never goes away because it is a reminder of how much he meant to me.

Puddy was your family and anyone who doesn't get that just hasn't allowed themselves to be 'touched' by an animal the way they are able to do if we let them. I often receive the same feedback with regard to money spent on pets and I don't even bother trying to explain anymore. Hopefully a special pet will cross their paths one day and steal their hearts so they too will know what it's all about.

I wouldn't doubt for a second that your Puddy girl is visiting you. That's so neat about hearing the 'tap tap tap' the other night. Could it be the fabulous fudgesicle feline? Why not??

[Medusa]

the fabulous fudgesicle feline?

Love it!