I was physically tired by the time evening rolled around. I joined Kinrgy yesterday and did two classes this morning. It had been a long time since I have moved my body like that, so I felt that “good” muscle soreness soon afterwards.
Tonight’s walk was short. My mind wandered, drifting into that space of daydreams, but I was present enough to pull myself back and engage in the “Puccini perspective.” I’m starting to recognize the usual types of birds in the neighborhood as well as their calls. Sunset is when they seem more active, adding color to my walks.
For the first time since last Tuesday, I feel peace. Speaking with the veterinarian yesterday was a significant event in my grieving process; it has led me to acceptance. I will always miss Puccini—and there will be tears—but I have come to believe that everything possible was done for her. I helped her pass on peacefully before the disease completely took over her body.
The time has come to celebrate her life.
Passing time caring for critters.
Creating while they nap.
