Haunted, But Not Enough
Haunted, But Not Enough , Part 1 Each night as I'm on my way to bed, I dread the emptiness that will follow me to where Panda used to be. Stubborn shadows remain that used to give up their strong hold because she so easily filled my life with light. With each dark and very late night I am stunned at how much my heart remains broken. I feel my very soul searching for my little dog, Panda, as I walk the hallway to my bedroom. My ears listen for her tiny footfalls coming down the hallway behind me, stopping to get her last drink before bed. Sometimes, I think I hear what I want to hear and I whirl around, but see only the darkness I've left behind me as I've turned off the lights. It has been a month since Panda's passing and yet the pain is as fresh as feeling it for the first time just a few days ago. Reminders of Panda remain everywhere throughout my house. I cannot seem to put them up, clean them up, or move them for fear of forgetting that she was ever here. Pa...
