The emails and comments are still coming in due to the loss of my sweet Jenna. I’m completely overwhelmed by the love and support you’ve shown us and simply can’t even come up with the right words to show my appreciation. Just… thank-you!! (continued)
We are doing ok. It’s strange, and sometimes not ok, but most of the time, it’s ok.
Quite honestly, since Jenna has been gone, we’ve been on the run. Paper route, my work, etc etc. Which has been a blessing in disguise I’m sure. Being productive has always helped me at times of loss so I don’t overthink things.
I’ve also had neighbours stop by and offer their support. Neighbour and friend Francis even brought over a big hug and these gorgeous sunflowers from her own garden. Aren’t they spectacular? Made me cry all over again.
I started to clean up the dog hair and such in the house, but I caught myself. It would be the last time… so what’s the rush? So I stopped. There is no rush. None at all. But some areas that I have cleaned have magically stayed clean. A completely unknown phenomenon in this house.
Her collar is going to become a special part of the garden in due time. I hope what I have in mind turns out!
My kitten is getting positively smothered with love and she’s drinking it all in. She’s a happy little clam, and has taken up residence in the household as the animal kingdom ruler with no issue, wearing that swanky Lion haircut of hers. It’s finally growing back in, but no doubt the Lion nickname will still linger long afterwards.
I didn’t say anything but Teddy collapsed under a month ago and I rushed her in. I think her thyroid meds were working too well so she was removed off them and is back in full swing again. Two needy animals in one month?! Craziness.
A whole range of firsts are starting and I admit, some of the pile is difficult to climb. A thunderstorm resulted in no panting worried shaking dog in sight. A walk only heard the sound of 2 feet instead of 6. And I miss the nighttime ritual of me climbing into bed, then Jenna circling her own bed about 100 times, finally slumping down with a happy sigh.
I know as time goes on, all these little rituals will become happier memories. So it’s a day at a time as we discover the new norm.
With the loss of Jenna, I desire to go forth and push myself in new directions. Being less ‘housebound’, I just feel the need to fill the ‘hole’ with productive excitement. Know what I mean? And I do have something out of this world cool to tell you that involves junk and a whole lot more so hang in there until I can it all typed out!
Anyway, thanks for being there when I really needed you guys. Due to your thoughts and continued prayers, we’re going to be just fine.
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