Sunlight is streaming in this morning and the reflection off the snow is blinding – in a beautiful, sparkling way.
There’s a sun puddle covering most of our living room and the only thing missing from it is old dog.
Frankie loved the sun puddles and even more so in winter and especially as he aged.
He’d hoist himself out of his posture-pedic dog bed and shuffle to the center of the room where the carpet was warmed. With a huff and a grunt he’d settle in, stretch forward and back and, I swear he’d smile.
With one eye on me, he’d drift between sleeping and snoring and active fridge monitoring, the warmth of the sun enveloping his old bones. His sighs could be heard from the next room and beyond.
It’s mornings like this one that something as simple as sunlight can make me cry.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go to where they went.” Will Rogers
*I’ve had – and loved – plenty of pets in my life. But I’ve never had one quite like my Frankie. I’m learning there’s no “statute of limitations” on grief. Is there a pet that you still miss to this day?