"at times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. " ~albert schweitzer
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." Kahlil Gibran
thank you all so very much for your words, stories, and condolences. it means so much to me and helped take away some of the sadness that has been clinging to my heart these past few days.
loss is such a scary thing. it leaves me feeling so very vulnerable, scared, and grateful at the same time. i never would have guessed that riley would die so suddenly and after only nine short years. we brought him home exactly nine years ago last weekend. already it has been a week since he left us and i still keep waiting for him to come into the room, wagging his tail, happy as always. he was such a great part of our family and gave us nine wonderful years that i will cherish for as long as i live.
about twelve years ago, during a very quiet time of my life where i spent most of my days alone, working as a potter in a dark basement apartment studio, i had this list of things i dreamed about having in my life to make it "better'. the first thing on the list was a dog, then friends, then a computer, and lastly, a house. i wanted a dog so very badly and i know i drove my husband crazy about it. we agreed that once we had a house of our own we would get a dog. over two years later we found a house we loved and signed on it, the next day i found out i was pregnant. i remember after all the excitement of our news calmed down saying "we are still getting a dog"! it only took us two shelters to find the most perfect dog, he was the only one not barking in the whole jam packed shelter. i remember taking him in the little room with us to check him out, he was so nervous he peed all over the place, and walked as low to the ground as he could, trying to make himself invisible. he was scared and excited and had been abused before he came to the shelter. we took him home with us and named him riley. sometime during the first night with us he went around the whole downstairs of the house and gathered and collected everything he could, and put it in his new bed, when we woke up we found shoes, a pair of my tights, and other things all where he was sleeping, it was the sweetest thing. there are so many memories like these that i have of him, so many sweet and cherished moments that i truly hope to never forget. in some strange comforting way i look forward to having his ashes with us, i plan on taking him on walks with us now and again, leaving little bits of him where he liked to walk.
we have already talked about getting another dog, maybe in the new year, but i have to admit i am worried how it will be, worried about getting attached, worried about finding the right dog... then again i do believe in fate and hope that the right dog will find us when the time is right.
take care and hold all those you love close.
{ thank you, jennifer, for being here during this time.}


