365 days. 52 weeks. 8,765 hours. 525,948 minutes. An eternity. It has been one year since I lost my precious Josie. I just read back on my posts from that time. As much as I could. Some of it was too raw for me, still. There are memories that conjure up in my little head from time to time – mostly ones that make me smile. There are days when I just shed a few tears thinking about her. She has been on my mind (and heart) since St. Patrick’s Day. That was her transfusion day. Yesterday, I was planting some Lenten Roses and remembered how she loved to dig in the garden. She would’ve had a blast. This morning at 7:50am time stood still once more. I was sitting alone on our deck. Listening to the birds. Thinking about Josie. And Pippa wandered out and put her paws up on my lap. I scooped her up and held her tight. It was just the hug I needed. I miss my little Josie. Today, I cried. It hurt, but thankfully, some of the pain has subsided. She will always be in my heart, and my heart will always hurt for her.
Thanks for sharing my journey with me. I’m on a new journey now – but that’s another story for another day.