Hope

 It’s a wonderful thing when we come through a painful situation, & begin to have hope for a new tomorrow.

Yesterday I did a painful thing. I had to take Lexi’s bed & the rest of her things to the op shop. It was very difficult to do, knowing she’ll never return to that bed, or her home.

What made it even harder was that the lady serving didn’t see me standing at the counter holding it, for some minutes. In the end I greeted her, & she startled a little. Then I was able to carry out the act of surrendering those things.

Later in the evening, as I lay in bed, I realised that I have hope. Because I’m alive, & there’s no virus in this house or even near me, that I know about anyway. There are opportunities still to be explored, wonderful things to discover & plenty of things & places to explore still. Life has so much to offer, if we are patient & Wade through the thick mud of the hard times. We eventually come out into the sunshine, where life is good again.

Yesterday there was fog at 5.45am! In Summer! Can you believe it!  It lifted again in an hour, so only the early birds, like me, got to see it.

I can begin anew, with new goals, a fresh perspective & walk forward, albeit with baby steps. 

There’s still pain & will be for a long time I suspect. That warm little body snuggled into me on the couch, waiting for me to help her, to talk to her, pat her, (but not on the head thank you very much) & generally do life with.

That emptiness is gradually being replaced with people, & I’m thankful for that.

Just when I thought it was all done, I found a little more that I need to share with another pet owner, & that was hard.

But a spark is lit 🔥 May it continues to grow as I heal. Sending warmth to all of you who have shared this experience. I share your grief & empathise 🤗