a blip

It was sure hard keeping up the funstering mood after I read a two-line excerpt on someone’s blog about someone else taking their old dog for one last walk in the woods the morning he was to be put to sleep and I start crying to myself and the computer and the sunlight blasting through the window, remembering the day I had to put Chance down and missing him all over again like I lost him just yesterday, not 4 years ago.  

And sometimes I already miss the dog we have who is 11,  Peach.  But Shih-tzus live pretty long, so she should be with us for more years yet, right?  Still, I know the day is coming.

And it’s all so unfair.  And it’s all so sad. 

But a lot of it is beautiful.  And a lot of it is sweet.  And the best is supposed to come yet.

So I hung on until I stop crying.

And got a bit of a grip.   And went and hugged Peach real close for a while.  And came back and wrote this.

But it’s all a blip really.   Just a freaking blip.  And my blip is probably close to being half way over now.

So I better darn well get on with some funstering!

[The first photo above is of Peach, our shih-tzu, who just turned 11, taken about 4 years ago, Kelly was 3 in that one, I think, after one of her self-cut episodes.)  Second photo of Carly, Peach and Kelly a few years ago too.]

[I didn’t start taking digital photos until after our dog, Chance (Peach’s dad,) had passsed on and I don’t have a scanner yet to show you him, but believe me he was one cute little Westie – Lhasa – Poodle kind of white fluffy sweetheart of a guy.]

                                      Peachy-Peach 2004