This is a heartfelt thank you for what you've shared.
Some nights are sleepless.. fretting about the lack of money, will the house sell, how low will I go. When slumber eludes me, I pad down the stairs with night lights caressing the way with a gentle glow. Near the landing, I always hesitate, peering to see if Tiggy is guarding the upstairs, curled on the runner. Even though I'd try to skirt her sleeping form, she'd awaken and dutifully follow me where ever I went, either to the computer or den with an "I'm here" thump, settling in for snooze. Needless to say, I no longer have what I took for granted.
But I digress..
Tonight I did something I've rarely done. I went back and read the posts since my sweet pooch's death. And found beauty, comfort and caring in every one written. The words you all shared help so much, increasing exponentially each time.
I'm learning the meaning of 'consolation'. That what other people share is a salve to the soul. A loss can't be seen or touched yet it emanates. And I guess it's a choice.. or an acceptance of what needs to felt.. perhaps ripping off the bandaid transcending the sorrow to savor the joy of the life we shared.
Thank you all for bringing comfort and soothing, making sleepless nights less draining.
Each of you is a gift, a treasure to me.. and to this world.
