They say time heals all wounds, but today I’m calling bullshit on that.
One year ago my friend, my little buddy, Shelby the Pro-Zombie Cocker Spaniel passed from this mortal coil to the next. Right now, as I type this the pain in my heart is as fresh as the day it happened. It makes no sense I know for my brain to be wailing, “I MISS MY DOG!” with my sweet princess, Colorado, Queen of Spazmania sitting not 4 feet away looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind (oh how diametrically opposed that happy crappy is right now).
But I do, I miss him. Shelby’s quiet, stoic companionship filled a void in my life. I can’t describe it…but as I explained to my shrink one session not very long ago…its like with any good friend. They can be in the room with you, not saying a word, not even in sight, yet you know they are there…..and you know when they are not. The realization that presence will never come clattering in, announced by claws on hardwood again is painful.
But life goes on. It has to, I have to. Tomorrow the pain won’t be so bad. I’m dedicating this to my little buddy, Shelby. I miss you old friend.