One year ago, I faced the day I knew would come.
We’ve all been there. The heartbreak and joy of mortality is the lot of mankind. You’d think we could anticipate and be ready. You’d think a dog is just a critter. Yet, I’d bonded with my dog and the loss just about killed me. Foreknowledge did no good at all. I couldn’t shake it off. Nor would I want to.
We live and heal. The broken man continues; presumably rebuilt stronger for the experience. I was doing OK. Then I watched this damn movie. It’s beautiful… loving and gorgeous and the whole year collapsed back into that one day.
The movie is only 11 minutes long and it’s worth every second. Life is bittersweet. It is not for the faint of heart. Drink deeply that you may live fully.
On the other hand, having seen it, I’m out of commission for the rest of the day.
I miss my dog. I always will. When I took this photo I didn’t know it would be the last photo. I only knew the end was approaching. You never know what moment will be the last moment. It is not up to us to decide such things.
All hell broke loose in 2020, but for me it started with a death blow. Goodbye old friend.
It took most of the year to start again. Hello new freind.
Time passes very fast. What was once a mere bundle of fluffy potential is already shaping up well.
Before you mock my dirty shop door, it’s the puppy that made it that way. Which, makes me happy. What are doors but a place for a dog to smear mud?
