11th December 2025
It felt very different this morning, it was the first time that only one dog ran out of the spare bedroom. Only one dog ran out into the garden to have a piss, only one dog eating from its bowl, and yes, we knew how difficult things would be now.
Kelli had a rough night, as I expected, I tried to get her to think of the good times that Dharma had. Grief has no constant, it hits at the smallest reminder, then tears flow.
Normally after their breakfast Dharma would jump up on the sofa and sit next to me as I read the news, or listen to a podcast, her heavy breathing was the background sounds that we were used to. I even respectfully left the space she occupied, maybe feeling that the time was not right to invade the territory that used to be hers.
Only Phoebe came and sat under the table as we ate breakfast, they both used to wait for the crumbs to fall on to the floor, usually on my side.
Everything was unfamiliar, how would we get through the day? The answer was to throw ourselves into some jobs, I had a cedar chest to paint, Kelli started calling the local humane society to see if there were any puppies available. Excitedly there was one being fostered in Holland, but other people were first in line, but that didn’t stop her. She filled out the necessary paperwork, and from that was approved to adopt an animal from that kennel.
Now there is the wait to see if the other interested party takes her.
I managed to do a number of things in the garage, and we even managed to sell the long buffet to a person in Grand Rapids, that was a positive for the day.
We took Phoebe for a walk this evening, I was the one with Dharma’s lead, but now I was redundant, I was reduced to carrying the poo bag.
Another Lifetime to go 