Making Progress

Hello, Kids and All Readers,

If you read my blogs or my March 31st newsletter, you know that on March 23, my sweet dog, Jimmy Lambchop, passed away.

It’s been two weeks and one day since that horrible event.

Those of you who have lost a beloved pet know what I’m experiencing: the too-quiet house, the heartache, and the feeling of being adrift in a rudderless boat on the ocean. These overwhelm me at times.

But the living must continue moving forward! I am working to do just that. It has involved establishing new routines throughout my day, routines that I alone can control. There is some freedom to be found in that kind of solitude, but I’d take my precious boy back in a heartbeat.

I realized today that this is the first time in forty-six years that one or more people/animals haven’t been dependent upon me. Some might welcome that type of freedom. I haven’t realized the benefits yet if there are any. I’m a nurturer, used to doing for others, not just for myself. I can’t remember who the independent me was from all those years ago!

So, get a clue, Readers. Grieving takes time, and no two people do it in the same way. But out of loss can come growth. One just needs to be in the right frame of mind. I’m making progress to that end. Slowly.