A chill is in the air this weekend. I haven’t been outside for a few days, yet I can feel the draft seep in when sitting near the kitchen window. Winter made an unannounced visit to remind autumn that yes, the dormant season is right around the corner.
This time of year brings its blend of celebration and sadness. Celebrations, since Thanksgiving and Christmas brings together family and friends. Sadness due to some of my loved ones departing around this period. December 1 would’ve been my mother’s 66th birthday, and that time is always difficult. Next weekend will be a year since mine and Andy’s beloved beagle Daisy went to the Rainbow Bridge. I still remember the day she passed. I think those memories will always stick with me.
Perhaps I feel so melancholic today due to being stuck in the house most of the week. Cabin fever is a wicked thing.
As I was compiling photos from my phone for a classroom display, I came across some pictures of Daisy. She was a beagle, and she was the family dog at Andy’s home for two years. We adopted her from Clifton, and she was such a bright spot for the family. Sadly, Daisy passed on a few months ago from kidney failure. It was so difficult to say goodbye to her, and I still think about her often.
Andy and I would love to have another pet one day, but not everyone in the family needs to be ready for that step. One time, after leaving a pet grief group session, we visited the animal shelter shortly afterward. I wasn’t ready to adopt again at that point, I was only there to accompany Andy. As we walked by the kennels, I noticed one at the end of the room. The volunteer showing us around didn’t talk about the dog inside, but I glanced in anyway. A tall, chocolate brown Labrador female was looking right back at me. She wasn’t barking loudly like the other dogs near her, or pacing anxiously. I glanced at her tag, and saw that she was 3 years old, and was one of the animals rescued from Puerto Rico, after Hurricane Maria severely damaged the island. Andy and I left shortly afterward, but that Labrador lingered on my mind. I mentioned her to Andy later in the week, and we tried to look her up online, but since I didn’t remember her name we didn’t get very far.
I don’t regret not getting her information, since it wasn’t the right time to adopt. I still think about her though, and hope that she’s doing well, and that she now has a forever home. Animals are a true gift in everyone’s life. Daisy was such a gift to us, and we always think of her energetic, loving nature.