Dealing With It.....

And so we begin our post-Fenway days.....the first few have been full of both expected and unexpected "hits" of grief.

I keep waking at 6:00 - 6:30 to go for our morning walk. But his corner of our bedroom is empty.

So I walk alone. I don't go anywhere without kleenex in my pocket.....but walking our familiar around-the-park four block morning walk sort of helps and sort of makes me all-over sad again. It's boring to go along the sidewalk without his silly little butt leading me on and not stopping at each tree so he can re-claim from the day before.

We've packed up his toys, bowls, sweaters, raincoats, unopened cans of food to take to the Humane Society. But we've kept a few of his favorites in his toy basket just because.

 

                                  

Ever since we bought our couch in 2015 to move to the condo we've kept the bottom cushions covered with a brown sheet. Fenway loved to be on this couch. I took the sheet off today and the cushions are pristene...but I miss the brown sheet.

When we leave the apartment we no longer have to break one of his cookies into four pieces to spread around so he could have his "treasure" hunt after we shut the door. I will give the rest of the open box to a neighbor with a small dog.

Our friends and neighbors have been so kind....we've found at least a dozen condolence cards outside our door. One friend called him The King of the Castle! I've had calls from best friends and am amazed at the number of thoughtful comments after Fenway's "obituary" post.....they do help.

Grief comes in all kinds and in all sizes....for family, friends, neighbors and our four legged "kids". It's a walk that we take one step at a time. Dave and I are walking....slowly, and now both stop and stare at the last picture Dave took shortly before Fenway died. Our handsome boy. 

Fenway Underfoot Woodard

September 7, 2009 - August 29, 2023