As you, my dear readers know, we lost our lovely girl Lilu last Wednesday. It has been a very painful week, tears have been shed, memorials made, but finally, we are able to speak about her without choking up and wanting to run the other way. Some friends and family have been really nice and supportive, some though, have been damn right dismissive with “it’s only an animal” attitude, which really angered me. We do not have kids, and never will, so our dogs are like our kids, and are our family.
Yesterday we received a sympathy card from the vets, and I collected Luli’s ashes from them which was heartbreaking in itself, but today, I woke up knowing that she was back home with us, and felt I could take the pause button off and resume life again. Don’t get me wrong, we miss her, and always will, but the shock has finally worn off. I have ordered a memorial plaque that will be here in a few days, and M also ordered a memorial piece, and we bought two beautiful frames from India that we are going to put her photos in.
This morning, M & I took Harper to the beach, a place that Lilu loved to be, but the last few years was too far a walk for her. The wind was blowing, the tide was in and pounding the shore, and although I was not walking my old four-legged friend I felt she was with us again, running in and out of the surf with Harper, enjoying herself again. Harper loved the beach and the crashing waves, and some of the things she was doing were like watching Lilu again. I finally smiled and felt a final weight lift off me.
Mr Knitter 