OMG. . .In So Many Ways

Molly

Okay. Okay. This is the last of the "girls" stories. Maybe. Learning too much. About myself. About we humans. About animals. About grief.

OMG. . . In So Many Ways. . .we aren't so different at all.

Losing a best friend. A sister. Why did I think it wouldn't affect Molly? And why am I so surprised the affect on Molly is affecting me profoundly. Tentacles of grief. Wrapping around us.

Oh I know what you're saying. Ridiculous! Dogs don't feel like we do. This has nothing to do with my "journey"

OMG. . .it has everything to do with my journey. And it's taken me by surprise.

Watching Molly transform. From full of silly Great Dane joy to a kind of sadness that is hard to describe. Her heart is aching for the loss of her best friend. My heart is aching from lwatching Molly mourn.

OMG. . . when will the feelings subside? Back to normal? That's what I want. Molly her silly Great Dane self again.

I sit on the back porch. Listening to the wind blow the Aspen branches. Leaves twisting in the breeze. Molly on the loveseat. Me in "MY" chair. And I feel "The Presence". Even in this grief journey.

"Time will heal. Time will mend your hearts. You two aren't so different you know.".

OMG. . .In So Many Ways . Mourning. Grieving. Loss. Time.