We had to put George down, our 7 years old golden retriever. So so sad to lose him to cancer. It happened so fast without much warning. Anyone who is a dog owner knows how hard this is. He was a member of the family and a happy one that just loved everyone! His greatest joy was walking in the the neighborhood with a big fat stick in his mouth.
I have been spending so much time in my gardens, planting and crying, weeding and crying, pruning trees and crying. This is how I deal with grief. Years ago, my mom had a stroke, the day I found out and was waiting for phone calls. I painted my kitchen red. Action and sobbing is how I deal.
Here is a short video, I encourage you to please stop putting chemicals on your lawn or in you gardens. Take a moment, bend over, pull a weed and think of George. I will think of George. He was the happiest of dogs.
My heart hurts for you. I promise to pull some weeds in George’s memory.
Mary, I clean and cry…I feel you.
Thank you, Dee. At least when you finish crying you have a clean house.
Thanks Elaine! I know you get it. Thank you for pulling weeds in honor of George. I love that!
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