Trying to find a groove again

Working hard to find a groove again… the last 3 months have been a whirlwind of very personal chaotic emotions. With other events, the loss of Molly, in February, and Ben, only a week ago... is hard to bear. If I think about these things too long, I become a puddle of tears. I knew the time was near, for both Molly and for Ben. I think they were giving me time to come to terms and accept the inevitable. And to push me into a new chapter.

Big changes are coming up fast. It’s a big move. I’m ready for it. I really need it.

Molly and Ben will always be with me. I will miss those two forever. And as I look down and see this bright-eyed little border collie looking back at me, I can look to the future, a little less heavy-hearted.

I’m looking forward to new adventures, me and Jane.

Together again

Ben
5/5/1998 - 4/30/2012

Today, April 30, 2012,  I said goodbye to another dear companion. Ben picked a patch of clover in the backyard to lay down in, as was his habit in the last couple days. Each time, I lay or sat with him in the grass for awhile, petting him gently, letting him know he was a good boy, thanking him for being a great teacher, and that he would be with Molly again soon.

I am grateful to my friend, Sue (a vet), who came over to my home to free Ben's spirit.

 

There is a comfort in knowing that Molly was waiting for Ben... 

And that they are together again.

One day

 

Today, February 10, 2012, I said goodbye to my Molly. Miss Molly passed peacefully on, at home, right where she wanted to be, as I held her head in my hands. I will probably never find the words to properly convey what this dog has meant to me. One day I will try. I love you, Molly girl.

Spring is a smilin'

Heeey... feels good out here...

 

We've got wacky weather.  It was brutally cold in December. And it's a springy start to February. Even if it is temporary, we'll take a couple days of the sun warming our backs in 60+ degree temps. It certainly helped dry the mud pits in the backyard!

Little bit of sun, spot of warmth

Rolling in the damp grass, Molls takes in the sun.
A little bit of sun, a spot of warmth, on a mid-January winter's day.