Shadows of Things Past

It’s odd how a wave of grief can wash over you at the least expected moment; from a sudden whiff of the old dressing gown Rufus used to sleep on and I can’t bear to wash, or the sight of  his favourite doggie snack –fajita chicken strips at the grocery store, or finding his chewed up toy under the coffee table. Then it passes as his presense slips away into the shadows and the ache eases into a new norm.