Gosh, I would love to hug these little creatures and enjoy a warm embrace in return.
Cold metal. Brrr.
Social isolation is terrible. I see my friends on social media or from a safe distance.
I can’t give them a hug or sit beside them at lunch. Continue reading “Open arms…”
I have not wanted to write this post.
Writing the words would make it true.
There is no escaping that my sweet Ginny is gone.
Eight days after my post Loving an old dog she collapsed and died.
Probably a heart attack. Possibly a stroke.
It doesn’t matter. She is gone.
My sweet Ginny
She was always with me patiently waiting in the car while I ran errands, going on walks, strolling though Home Depot, sunning herself on the patio and, in the last few months, sleeping by the fire.
I miss that sweet face, that wagging tail, her big head resting in my lap.
I miss hugging her and talking to her.
I miss taking care of her.
I miss her.
I slept in on the first day of the New Year.
That is, until 6:30.
Usually I am up by 5:30 to read and relax by the fire on wintry days.
I headed downstairs to start my day. I turned on the gas fireplace.
As I was settling in with my book and coffee I realized my dog Ginny was missing. Continue reading “Loving an old dog…”
A lovely scene as day breaks in Portland.
The snow slows everyone down a bit. Continue reading “Snowy Day in Portland”