they won't last long, these prints.
i've noticed all winter
the layering of soil, sand, and snow
how my boot prints show up time and again
and occasionally a wendy print
besides all the others:
cat (bobcat?), deer, dogs, turkey, little rodents...
so the snow will melt this weekend they say
and i will place more rocks on the cairn that covers
my friend.
strange, how the days were shaped around her
and i didn't even know it.
Wendy's prints... how beautiful.
ReplyDeletei think it is the conversations that i have with my dogs that i miss when they are gone . each one of my heeler"s have been so different .
ReplyDeletei still miss my last heeler even though i have a new one . but they are all special.
thinking of you today .
kathyd
When the last loved companion critter left, gone the way of all flesh, for weeks I had the moment when I put my key in this lock--"She's not here"--the thought would rise and vibrate. Inside the door a great emptiness invaded me, palpable as a presence. It passed. It took some time. Love to you.
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ReplyDeleteI think the loss of a long-beloved pet must feel like when a child leaves home. We shape our days around our family...and when they move on...we notice the blocks of emptiness.
ReplyDeletehugs...and may grace fill that awful space
claudia
I have been thinking of you. I love how you said it. They do shape our days.
ReplyDeleteIt's so hard, even when you know it's coming. I had never really been alone in my own house for 14 years and I had never ever thought about that until our pup was gone.
i thought maybe a casting of the print would be a good thing but probably too soft and not enough time. it's amazing how prints attract us - even in the city if i see foot prints (other then man made) i'm drawn to them and smile. a cairn, how fitting, a marker to find your way when lost. she'll always bring you home. x
ReplyDeleteWatch for more signs. They may take your breath away yet continue connect you to her in the most spirit filled way.
ReplyDeleteyou are all wonderful and kind. i like each comment, i like this: watch for more signs. i couldn't stop because it seems that what i do all the time, like some people watch for birds or insects, i look for deepenings.
ReplyDeleteTears are flowing...
ReplyDeleteand yes, the snow is melting.
ReplyDeletejennifer and jude, maybe tears are just a part of snow? though, i always eat snow and haven't tasted it salty yet!
ReplyDeletemy first dog, a German Shepherd, passed in 1986...and still opens the back door in the old house [it has a horizontal handle he could manage with his paw] to come in.
ReplyDeletebut these days he no longer bothers pushing it shut with his nose.
there are always signs.
I've been away; I'm so sorry; I didn't know. Bless her...bless you...bless the prints of her memory on your heart.
ReplyDeleteI still see Wendy in your photographs, like an ephemeral mist, she is still there accompanying you.
ReplyDeleteyes indeed, they do shape our days ... and teach us (a bit of) discipline, and ... how to enjoy the moment.
ReplyDeleteYes...
ReplyDelete...footprints on your heart...
ReplyDeleteshe walks with you still. My words are weak, but my feelings are strong
V- a cairn - what a beautiful way to mark Wendy's passing - a place to visit and say hi and add another stone by way of thanks - maybe even one or more of your rock books. Go well. B
ReplyDeleteThere will be shadows too, and small sounds, even perhaps a bark in the night. I have both Charlie's and Zar's favourite toys on my bed, they offer a little comfort. My old cat had a bell, i heard it ring for years. When i opened a tin of fish today i looked for the dog to give some to - so much of our day and so much of our heart belongs to them.
ReplyDeleteeveryone, there is so much support from all of you, and from the ones who don't comment...i'm much improved this morning, not so fogged in. thank you for your caring, and for loving wendy well.
ReplyDeleteaww so sorry to hear. i bet you will continue to see her at every turn. take time to be in those memories.
ReplyDeleteyes, joni
ReplyDeleteI am sorry for your loss.. a pet is always missed. The tracks are lovely.
ReplyDeleteI hope you liked your fibers from Habu.
i beg to disagree. those wendy prints will last forever in your heart.
ReplyDeletethank you donna, yes, neki, so right, long after the mud becomes plants
ReplyDeleteI'm deeply moved by the Wendy print. Thinking of you.
ReplyDeleterobyn, thank you.
ReplyDeleteI have tried and tried to figure out how to print those patterns in sand and snow onto something - fabric or paper, some way to hold onto the shifting sand...
ReplyDeleteThat is more poetic than I meant to be!
lee, well, i just use this nifty little camera...(grin)
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