Our dog Grace spent much of the last day of her life in the slanted autumn sunlight just outside the back door. Over the hours, her breathing slowed so much that I lay the palm of my hand on her golden fur, both hoping and not hoping to feel her heart. I wanted to let her go. I didn’t know how to let her go.
I loved reading this, Tanya. I am happy for you and for Flora. Coincidentally, I began our search for another dog yesterday. Reading your story and how things are working out exactly as they should gives me faith in the way love arrives for us over and over again. I also get and completely approve of how you made the decision to bring Flora home. That contact -- that part of one body touching a part of yours -- is a tether of some kind, a way to hold one when the weepiness strikes, and a way to go forward. To love!
This is so beautiful and captures a certain mood and tone of the last two years, even as your own experience is unique.
"the easy ignition of love" one of your many gifts my friend.
lit by love.
What a sweet, sweet read this was.
I loved reading this, Tanya. I am happy for you and for Flora. Coincidentally, I began our search for another dog yesterday. Reading your story and how things are working out exactly as they should gives me faith in the way love arrives for us over and over again. I also get and completely approve of how you made the decision to bring Flora home. That contact -- that part of one body touching a part of yours -- is a tether of some kind, a way to hold one when the weepiness strikes, and a way to go forward. To love!