Or so sang Mick Jaggar and the Rolling Stones.
It has been two weeks since I said goodbye to Ms. Willow. After the initial shock and pain and guilt, I have had time to reflect on the fact that she is at peace and not suffering and not being confused or drugged or lapsing into horrible contortion making seizures.
I feel blessed and at peace. I still miss her hairy, slobbery self, but I am at peace. I did what had to be done and it was the right thing at the right time for her sweetness and me. Now I don't have to worry about trying to wake up midway through the night to clean up an ocean of pee or see her sad face at what had happened because I know she didn't know what was happening. This feels right.
Now for all of you who have new puppies, darling dogs and older furbabies, I am not however in a place to be able to join in your joy at this moment. I will be there someday, but for now, I shall guard my heart.
Some of my friends have suggested getting a new pet. My answer is no thank you. I have Sunny Bunny the Boo Boo head kitty who is now in the process of making friends with Shelley's coyote spawn dog, Odin. They are enjoying scoping each other out at this point. Both are testing the waters of cohabitation. Doing the chase and run thing right now. They sort of trade off as to who is doing the chasing and who is running away.
And besides, I only have to wait for about 5 weeks until the turtles will be stomping around the fairy garden demanding food. I will have more of an opportunity to look for babies and construction a better habitat for the tiny ones.
So no more furbabies for awhile. I need to heal and get myself in a better place mentally and certainly need to be in a better situation to afford to provide the best for those creatures in my care before adding any more.