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
Comments
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