It’s been 5 days since Diddy died and I’ve noticed two things. His absence is noticeable in my day-to-day routine and I have less work. Diddy was definitely a high maintenance boy. Oh, he was worth every minute of my time but I never realized how much I spent on him.
It feels strange not to have him with me. I still call Tuck Diddy by mistake. I still get weepy, especially at night when life gets quieter and things slow down. It’s been a stressful week.
Bob was kind enough to take Diddy’s collar off before taking his body to the vet’s for cremation. He gave it to me and I threw it onto the floor of my car on the front passenger side. I can see it if I pull myself up on the steering wheel and look over, and I have looked a few times. But I’m not ready to bring it into the house yet. I guess it’s a form of denial – or perhaps I’m ignoring it altogether…pretending it didn’t really happen.
Last fall a photographer from Gettysburg came to my house to take some pictures of my dogs for a show she was doing. There were some great shots. I bought some enlargements and had stashed them in a drawer to be framed and hung some day. I guess that day will come as soon as I can gather the courage to look at those photos.
I guess I’m making some progress in my healing. For the first time since Diddy died, I have felt like tackling this blog again. Maybe in a few days, I won’t need to write about this anymore.
