I had started the work of transferring my blog to my site sometime last week, looking at how to begin a new one. But here I find myself at the end and at the beginning. You see, we lost our precious Zephyr this last weekend. She was our third Samoyed, our first (and likely only) show dog, mama-dog and the alpha female of the dog pack. Benevolent alpha – always loving – always up for a good game of fun, but keeping everyone in line. She was fine last week. Well, older and with some health issues, but fine. But then there was the blockage – she had been eating rocks for awhile (along with most of the others) – and they compacted together. Surgery was fine – but she never recovered. The underlying health issues – trouble with the kidneys – never let her come back. We gave her back to God on Saturday night. I find myself writing and crying and writing more. I’m not yet ready to work with her images and to create layouts yet. That’s too painful still and I know I would lose the day in those. But the writing is welling up and spilling out and from that, the layouts will come. So, here I am at the beginning of a new chapter in my life – one without Zephyr helping to maintain the routines of the day. I am thankful for jobs and projects to work on – to help stem the tide of sadness in our house.Â
It’s always hard to lose the physical presence of a four-legged loved one. Zephyr is certainly at the Bridge waiting and watching over each and every one of her pack. I hope with a little bit of time the loss will be less painful. Yet we all know the hurt and longing for that special presence never completely goes away.
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Your post brought tears to my eyes. Last June I had to put my beloved Rocky to sleep. The 15 year old sammy was old and his time had come. This was my second dog, but first sammy. We got him when he was 7 years old and he was a true gem. My pal, as I called him, was my best friend and honestly my life has changed since I let him go.
Bear is 3 years old and we have had him for 8 months now. Lucy the cat still lives in the basement, my hardwood floors are scratched and chewing on a squeaky toy is not always welcomed. But his oh so handsome looks keep him in the good books. I read that a sammy matures physically at 2 and mentally at 4 years of age. Guess I still have time to mold his brain. Lady our 14 year old shepard mix, keeps him in line – she is the alpha dog after all.
Hope your days are getting easier, sounds like you have a few sammies to keep you company. Hugs to all!