My Therapy.....

Writing and sharing Fenway memories are, for me, a kind of therapy. I'm sure I'll move past this soon....but for now things keep occurring to me and they float around in my brain before making their way to the keyboard. 

As I got up in the middle of the night last night I glanced toward the now empty corner where Fenway's bed used to be. I would check him each time I walked past and cover him up if he's worked his way out of the fleece. Sometimes he would wake, quickly glance up at me, and immediately put his head back down to sleep.

Boston Terriers love to be covered up....and sometimes work hard with that flat little face to get their noses under the edge of a blanket so they can wiggle underneath. Fenway liked to be covered up whenever he was on the couch, our bed or a chair. He wanted to be covered at home, while visiting friends and while being Camper Boy. We could always find him by looking for the lump.

I miss those lumps.