Summer Heat
The next moron who asks me if I’m able to keep warm followed by pointing at my (HUGE) bump just in case I didn’t get the joke, gets a boob squirt in the eye.
Sweet baby feet
My grandmother knitted these little shoes for the little feet we cannot wait to meet..
Loosing fur
You know what the hardest thing to swallow is? Grief. Grief that comes out of nowhere when you least expect it, hitting you like a meteor and tearing up the wound you just thought you had closed. Hitting all air out of you ’till you’re down on your knees in pain and then hitting the replay button so you get to experience it all over again as a special service, just in case you forgot.
We had a friend over with his little dog and I was alone with guest dog and Nico (our black lab) for 15 minutes. I ended up sobbing in the bathroom. Guest dog is a male and doesn’t resemble Piña the slightest except that he’s a small dog. But the sound of his little paws on our hardwood floors and the two of them buzzing after me around the house started to give me an unpleasant feeling and I couldn’t get myself to “talk” to guest dog so I just ended up ignoring both of them and feeling bad over it. I decided I was an idiot and went out in the kitchen to give them both a treat. And as they were sitting there, the two of them staring up at me, I just fell apart.
I know some of you may have trouble understanding how the death of our dog can affect me so much and I probably sound melodramatic or just plain crazy to you, and that’s okay. The relationship people have to their pets can be extremely different. I don’t even like to call Piña my pet. See? Crazy. To me she was a partner and she was our baby girl. It was my job to protect her and she got sick and we weren’t able to save her. And no matter how many vets tell us that we couldn’t have done anything, it still isn’t good enough.
She was supposed to be there when Miracle arrives. And she isn’t there to experience that with us as a part of the family.
How do you deal with grief? And what are your views on having pets and loosing them?
This is a fusion of my personal reflections, my artistic playground, my junkyard for dumping bad humor and a showcase for everything that inspires me in every aspect of life. The concept of my little space here is constantly evolving as I do not myself easily fit into nice little neat boxes. Still, I do like them; I am a neurotic mother-to-be and even writing that sentence scares the shit out of me. Join me as I travel on life's miraculous path, leaving colorful footprints behind..
