Picking Up the Pieces - Haunted, Part 3
Haunted, part 3 Six Weeks: Aftermath When my little dog, Panda, was just eight weeks old and new to my life, I made a promise to her that she would never have to worry about being left behind, or given away, go hungry, live in pain, or be mistreated or frightened. I meant every word of it, especially after getting to know her for a few weeks, months, and then years. It didn’t take long to love her little face looking back at me from the top of the stairs every time I returned home from work or shopping. It was easy to slip into several routines that although they morphed over time, became special to both of us. Having the space Panda occupied so abruptly vacated is devastating – as anyone who loses a loved one knows. Panda always went outside first in the morning as we both seemed to welcome the new day. Now, I don’t always get up until noon, I don’t really care about a new day. Every day seems repetitive, even redundant. I’ve tried to stick to some normalcy by making breakfast t...
