When Boudreaux was sick earlier in the week I was terribly unnerved, especially because Songbird and Cheesehead's beloved dogs were very ill. I said to Ken, "I just don't know how I would handle it if I had to make such a decision about my dogs! I think I would scream, and claw at my face!" I still don't know.
As you may know, sweet Molly has left us. I am heartbroken for my dear friend and her family. I had the opportunity to meet Molly during my visit in August; she was a wonderful soul.
I started a new novel last night. Two Bernese Mountain dogs were minor characters (though I wanted to see more of them!) It felt like a little shout-out.
I am convinced that we will see Molly again. But I want to see her NOW.
In other news, yesterday I made a decision to "lay out" of one of my favorite activities for a while, because something in it was distressing me greatly. There's not any logical reason for my reaction: it makes no sense. I'm sure no one else in the group had that reaction. But it was making me physically and emotionally ill. I'll be working on that!
The person I had to explain this to is someone I trust, and so I told the truth. If he were NOT a trustworthy person I would have just said, "oh, things are so busy, blah blah blah."
I am very, very grateful to have this understanding, compassionate person in my life. God, to me, is understanding and compassionate the same way. As are Dogs.
Walking the path...
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