Thank you so much for the sympathies. My empathy for others that have suffered a similar loss has gone up exponentially. Delilah (I really only called her “Little Dog”) snuck into my heart and my daily routines. If I left one room, she almost reluctantly would stand up, stretch, and follow me into the other room and settle down within a few feet of me.
At least for me, and probably for many of you guys, I realize that I drew much comfort from her. In my world, I
provide comfort… I don’t really get it. That sounds harsh but I don’t mean it harshly. It’s my role, it’s what I signed up for, and it’s what I do. What I didn’t realize was the degree that she “supported me” with just her presence. Sounds crazy but that’s the closest word I have for it. I lost my Dad 4 years ago and this is in the very same neighborhood of emotions.
We bought a nice dogwood tree for our backyard and buried her under it. I want her stardust to be reconstituted and nourish and take the form of this tree for years to come.
Thank you again for all the kind shares. To all of you who have gone through it, I understand. To those who sadly will go through it someday, I am here for you too.
