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ANOTHER DAY

A little while ago, the doorbell rang and when we went out there was no one. Just an Easter basket of eggs and jelly beans on grass with a framed copy of The Rainbow Bridge Poem.

Like I said. It is nice to have some sentimentality around no matter how over the top it would seem under other circumstances.

We continue to have emails and cards from friends.

A lot of hugs from people who knew him and are grieving along with us.

Today is a lot better than yesterday. Less painful. More space between the periods of grief and sadness. Mostly lighter when they come.

I notice that I am thinking about more of the funny things that he did. Poking the doors closed with his nose. Standing next to me at the computer with his head cocked from one side to another grumbling in his own particular way. More urgently and annoyed that I couldn't see what it was that he wanted from me. Maybe a pat, to go out and play, to feed him, to walk? What? Petting always worked best. He would either give into it or walk away in disgust.

The routine of the morning was easier. I walked outside as though he were here. I looked at the stars. I went to the place we said goodbye and I touched the grass and talked to him.

I am sure that anyone who has gone through this will relate to the experience.

Some people have asked if we are going to get another dog and some have said we should as soon as possible.

That is not in the cards right now. It would interrupt our grieving and, in a way, be disrespectful to Franklin. Not fair to the new animal. We would always be comparing.

Another friend who has been through this three times suggests that we definitely not get another dog for a while. He has had three and each needed its own space for life and grieving. It makes sense to me.

Labels: Franklin