Thank you all for your kind and thoughtful words. What a blessing to have you in my life.
I know you all know how I felt about my Willow but I didn't know how attached Odin (Shelley's dog) had gotten to her until last night. He was just pacing. Going to the door, looking and coming back to me. He wouldn't settle down until I got out her collar, adjusted it to fit him and put it on him.
He curled up on the chair and went to sleep. I guess he needed to smell her close to him.
We just sorta held each other this morning, as he sat up on my lap staring into my eyes. "It's gonna be okay", I told he and I.
We took her meds, leashes, toys, collars, bandanas and assorted things back to the clinic to a young woman whose aunt is the head of the St. Bernard rescue here. They are caring for a litter of 10 Saint puppies who are only 5 weeks old and already are suffering from seizures from Attison's disease, an adrenaline disorder. They can use all of Fat Elvis' meds for the puppies. It's that "all things come together" kinda thing. We had a need, it was met with love, they have a need, we gave what we had. The universe once again put us all where we needed to be at the right time for the right reason.
I would feel more blessed but the sorrow is kinda getting in the way at the moment. I know I made the right and only decision that was appropriate for Willow and us but the emptiness will take time to fill in. You know it, I know it, the universe will provide the filling in stuff......in time.
It's snowing here this morning, she's chasing all the snowflakes on the other side, I can only cry.