One Week Later
For a while Monday I thought I might be getting to a point where I could get through a day without my eyes welling up. The news had reached most people in my life, so I wasn’t having to tell the story fresh anymore. I was busy enough that I wasn’t just sitting around an empty apartment. Then Tuesday proved me wrong.
In the morning I learned of two gifts (NGF and Scott Barnes) to the San Diego Humane Society in Pongo’s memory, and in the afternoon I received a condolence card from Pongo’s vet that included a card with Pongo’s paw print.
The gifts came out of the blue and were a total shock. The local humane society is a good one, I’m sure they’ll put the money to good use, and I’m honored that the psycho-terrier’s name can be attached to their work.
The paw print just ripped the emotional scabs off and started everything flowing all over again. It’s locked in the safe for now until I can figure out what to do with it.
That’s enough for now. Gotta get through the day.
Having just been there myself, I know what you’re saying. I find myself still thinking of the day I took my bud to the vet. I really miss the little guy.