Saturday, January 05, 2013

Weaving Our Way through Loss

Lighting a candle for Rufus and watching the flame dance and flicker.
A huge cold flatness grips at the soul and
this morning we had to escape the dead quiet of a house once filled with the daily habits and noises of an 8lb furry little bundle.
It was a comforting drive, the sun sparkled on the snow, the fields and pine trees.  Gardens with snow animals made us smile. I tried to capture an image of a squirrel as it raced up the telephone pole.



Death is not extinguishing the light
it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come




2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, NO!!!!!!

Just tuned it and found out about your little buddy.

So very, very sorry.

It's so hard to say goodbye...

Hugs to all of you.

T

JafaBrit's Art said...

Thanks T.