Slightly less sobby

I don't' want this to become the blog of my misery, but I guess it's fair that it will take me a little while to be my cheery old self. There are still flowers arriving (from my Dad) as well as ashes and containers for said ashes (the boy and I both got bullet urns that will work like a necklace - Rudy hated to be left behind so now he can go everywhere with me)  and notices from the SPCA that donations are being made in Rudy's name, which is great  because it means that even in death he is still helping others.

But it does suck and I wish he was still here - Roland is now dealing with regretful Peanut who believes that had she been to a better doctor sooner, things would have been different - but he was 13.5 years old, maybe even older than that so really, it would have come soon enough.

It's surprising still to see how much of my brain was taking up with considerations of the dog - what  to feed him, where to take him, what would he like to do. It will take a while for other things to seep into the brain and take up that space. If anyone catches me trying to mother my old Curious George doll, please shoot me.

And in a month or two my sister and her family will arrive here - her husband got a job here and they will be just a 15 minute drive away from my place. this means many good times - and they recently got a little dog who is a mini-Rudy, in appearance only mind. She's hardly a patch on his skill with people but she has a good heart and a very busy mind. Really very busy. And she does this hilarious thing where you get her a very large chunk of ice - say 12 inches by 15  - and she will sort of grab it with her front paws and push it frantically all over town, propelling herself like a village idiot with her back legs, all the while trying to lick the ice chunk. She's very fun and sweet.

So things are looking up - they woudl have to I guess : )