On Saturday morning we buried our beloved Lucky Dog. We had had a rough night with almost no sleep It was one of those nights that turns surreal in a matter of minutes. From taking the dog in to be checked out (knowing something was dramatically wrong) to going back home to drag the children out of bed to say goodbye to him.
Saturday was a beautiful day. Jason dug a nice hole and carefully placed Lucky's body at the bottom. We were all there feeling those unique feelings of grief that pull you apart and make everything seem to go in slow motion. Loss brings up so many feelings from the past. This was our first since the fire and Bobbi, Abby and Savannah were right there, present in our hearts and minds.
I took the boys back over to our house and Jason finished burying Lucky. How fortunate I felt to have him take such beautiful care of our pet. We complimented and helped one another through the difficult decisions and actions that had to happen. I am so grateful for my husband and admire his dedication to showing the boys how much he loved Lucky and that he would take care of him to the very last minute.
The afternoon and into the evening was spent with friends; the best of friends who were able to let us all be sad and yet hold us up as well. They knew full well that we were overwhelmed with grief for our dog and grief for our family, crying tears that have needed to come out for a year and a half.
Sunday I lit a fire in our living room fireplace. I pulled the boys in and we did homework and made halloween costumes all day. We were all sad but took comfort in one another. Even in his death our little dog did what he always did, he brought us together, he softened our hearts and he brought peace.
Kate,
ReplyDeleteI am saddened by the news of Luckys passing. Our animals, unconditonal friends that they are, grow to be not only part of the family but part of the foundation of our world ~ our days, our lives.
Each and every loss we encounter and endure is so complexly interwoven - like cloth each thread connects the other. I can so easily understand how losing Lucky released sorrows of the loss of your family in the fire. I think it's true that while the numbing grief passes the sorrow deepens. The emotions change yet remain.
A good man/husband/father is a treasure in ways no words can capture, as are friends who as you elegantly wrote give space for (and respect) your emotions while standing closely by to support and strengthen.
I hope the days and months to come roll by easier than those of the recent past have for you and your family.
Warm wishes
Issy