Generally, I miss her terribly but I am living with it. I am able to pack the grief and loss away and continue on with my life, until hubby mentions her or she comes up in conversation. Then I tear up, cry a little, take a deep breath and try to move on.
But today I read that Atticus died.
If you are not in-the-know, Tom Ryan wrote an lovely memoir, entitled Following Atticus, about his amazing time with a sweet little dog named Atticus. Atti was a gift that came to Tom out of the blue fourteen years ago and changed his life, inspired him to completely change his life and break mountain climbing records in New Hampshire with Atti by his side. Since reading the book, I have loosely followed Ryan's blog and Facebook page enjoying snippets of life with Atticus from afar and experiencing Ryan's kindness when he took in another sweet little guy named Will. Will who was elderly, sickly and expected to die within months, or weeks. Will who managed to live far beyond that, a wonderful, fulfilling life with an unending fountain of love and understanding from Tom Ryan and his sweet Atticus.
But as all pets do, Atti too grew older. Cancer took over. And, this past week, Tom had to make the impossible decision to let his sweet Atti go. And just like that I can barely breath. I can't stop the tears. That the loss of a dog who I never met personally could bring such sadness is weird. But the loss brings back my own pain and then my heart breaks once again...
That's it. Nothing profound or earth changing...
Now I've got to go hug my kitties and try to pull myself back together.
1 comments:
Just found your blog from Trish's Love, Laughter, and Insanity. I'm always on the lookout for other Massachusetts book bloggers. Grief has a way of popping up unexpectedly the way you described it in this post, doesn't it? I'm very sorry for your loss.
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