Life marches on

I realized today that it’s been about a week since I last cried. It’s easier to talk about Bandit — meaning I don’t start crying as soon as I do so. I had my camera out this weekend and found some pictures I forgot about taking. They did ‘hitch’ my heart a bit, but not enough to make me cry. I still haven’t dreamed about him though and I wonder if that’s a good or bad thing. I used to dream about him all the time (sometimes having horrible nightmares). We’ve moved a few things, and put a few things away. We got rid of his ‘throne’ this past weekend. It was rather disconcerting to go out into the garage and see it in pieces so it would fit in the trash bin. A chair has been put in its place. His baby blanket sit folded neatly on the arm of my stitching chair but it no longer smells like him to me. Harley gives it a good sniff when she sits with me, so I think she can still smell him. His collar and tags are still sitting in the bottom of my purse, from that awful day. Eventually I’ll take them out, but I’m not quite ready for that.

Harley seems to have come out of her ‘funk’ a bit. She was running circles around the backyard last night wearing herself out. Bandit used to pounce on her when she started ‘racing.’ She’s so happy to see us when we get home in the evenings. She’s eating regularly, and has even picked up a couple of Bandit’s ‘bad’ habits — sassing us when she wants attention and we’re ignoring her; demanding a treat at that special “time” in the evening when we forget what time it is; banging her food bowl around when it’s empty (even if she’s just eaten a few minutes ago). She never was much of a tail wagger and we’ve noticed that she wags her tail a lot more.

I’ve started thinking about stitching again, even going so far to plan out a new start last night. If things go well this weekend, I’ll start pulling supplies and share my thoughts on what I want the finished project to look like. It may take me awhile to get organized since I haven’t stepped foot in my craft room since December.

Kahuna has started training again.

We’ve started house hunting again.

Life marches on. Some steps are just shorter than others.

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0 responses to “Life marches on

  1. Good to see a post from you. {{{hugs}}}

  2. Glad things are getting a bit better. {{{hugs)))

  3. It’s good to see you post, I’ve been thinking of you. (HUGS) and hope each day gets a little better. Suz

  4. You’ve been in my thoughts a lot, and I’m really glad to see an update from you. {{{{{Terri}}}}}

  5. I’ve just read your other post, and then this one. I’m in tears. I’m so very sorry for your lost. I can’t find anything else to say that would do your loss justice. I’m keeping you in my thoughts.

  6. ((((Terri)))) Those first steps are hard, whenever you lose a loved one. I know when I lost my dad it took a lot of little steps to get to the point where I didn’t cry. I know that Bandit was so dear to you and I know the grieving process is a lot the same whether we lose a 2 legged loved one or a 4 legged one. I haven’t even told Luke about Bandit because I know he’ll be so sad. 🙁 Take care…

  7. Karen Herndon

    Thinking of you.

    Karen H.

  8. Hi Terri,
    I am thinking of you and hope each day brings a tiny bit of healing.


  9. Oh my gosh, Terri! I haven’t blogged or read blogs lately and I was so sad to read about Bandit. I’m so so sorry. I know how much he meant to you.

    Hugs, hugs and more hugs.