I know it's not a big thing, but that tree I asked you all about several weeks ago, the one I ordered, and planted, and then couldn't identify.
Well, finally, I did.
It's a persimmon tree.
And I am so glad that I didn't get nervous cause it wasn't doing anything, and pull what looked like a lifeless twig, right out of the ground.
Truth is, they are late to leaf out in the spring. And this little guy seems to be thriving.
It's been a tough week here. We have been incredibly sad, and this house has echoed with the absence of our sweet boy.
But as always, acceptance is the answer to all of our problems today, and this is no different.
There is a whole lot of stuff in this world to cry about, but then, there is a whole lot to smile about.
You only have to look around you.
Tomorrow we are meeting a dog from Out of the Pits, a rescue for pit bulls in Albany, NY. We may foster him, or we may keep him, but we will see how it goes.
DH is not sure about it, but he is trying.
I only know that I can still grieve this loss, and love another dog at the same time. I could never replace Eddie. There will never be another just like him. But another dog will be special in his/her own way. As they all are.
Life goes on, folks. It waits for no one. I want to pack everything I can into this life I have. The edge seems perilously close.
Tonight DH made macaroni salad, it is my favorite.
I would have stolen a spoonful, but he was getting ready to add the mayo, and he would have hollered at me.
He hates when I do that.
Maybe that's why I so love to do it.
So tonight, I am sitting here, thinking of all the dogs that I have loved. And wondering how many more I have time for.
I'm going to fit in as many as time allows, you can bet on it.
This is the picture on my living room wall. Eddie, in the background, and Chickiwu lying in front of him. Chicki has been gone for a long time. But if the universe is in order, then they are together today.
Chicki was always the boss back then, and I'll bet she is still the boss today. It's only right.