I’m not sure if you’ll be able to see it in this photo, but there is a path in my backyard. I drew a red small line along it. Over the 5 years I’ve lived here, the path was made by my dog, Holiday. She would run down the steps of the deck and over to the west side of the house where she could watch the comings and goings of….everyone. Always alert and curious, she wore the grass and the dirt down. In the summer, it is usually a dirt path, but we seeded it in the fall and although there is grass there, it’s only half the height of the grass on either side of the path. The seedling grass was not full height before the winter.
The path is starting to heal now. As spring comes, I know this path is going to fill in. And my heart with it. You see, the reason I haven’t written in so long is that late in January, my sweet girl became ill suddenly.
After a couple of days and trips to the vet, we knew it was both futile and painful to hold her here. And so I made the decision to let her go.
I’ve lost other pets before. People equate it to losing a child. Children grow up and leave you. Dogs only grow closer. And during this last 5 years when I worked from home, this dog was never more than a few feet away from me. My constant companion. My friend. My heart. I grieve for her still. And when I see the path healing outside, I know that my heart is healing too. And as the path returns to full luster, I will too—at least as much as people can see.