Here comes the wave

I thought the wound had been fully healed — life seems to have reached a new equilibrium at home. I have learned to laugh, joke, be silly, and enjoy life again as I did before Indy passed on. There’s a melancholy that I still can’t shake and tonight, I’m feeling it. I miss the loving look that my cowboy used to have when he looked at me.

I miss him. Immensely so. I wish I would dream of him when I sleep so at least I would remember his admiring look, and how life used to be. I started to forget the minutiae of having a dog in the house and it makes me feel guilty that I would forget so soon.

So tonight, the waves of grief hit me again as I browse through Facebook and Instagram and see posts of dogs and their parents.

Here comes the wave.