Paw Print
We lost Chester two weeks ago. Just when I think I’m ready to get through a day without tears, or pause for reflection, another sympathy card arrives. This time it was from the amazing veterinarians that treated him. They each hand-wrote a meaningful message to our family. And then enclosed a paw print of our beloved on beautiful stationery.
I lost it. Again.
Izzy was close by and came to offer a soothing arm of comfort around my shoulders. She snuggled in close and looked at the card and Chester’s paw print. And then said something I will never forget.
“Hmmm, I wonder if they took this print before or after he died.”
She was not trying to be funny or cruel. She’s actually very sensitive. And not to state the obvious—very matter of fact.
I love that girl, and even her brutal honesty. And I love that my sorrow turned to laughter in a half-second.
Krista-
Yes for me the card from my vet broke me…and it said to just let the tears come. I did and a year later I still do. Grief is hard… very hard. Blessings on all of your broken hearts!