- When I woke up the last three mornings, I’ve forgotten that I don’t have to let Hank outside.
- Telling Jeremy to feed Hank is something I have to make myself not do.
- There is still dog hair along the edge of the couch against where he used to lay.
- I’ve looked at the photos of Hank in my phone no less than four times per day since Friday afternoon.
- Other disappointments bring me to tears when they normally wouldn’t, and I’m well aware that it’s because I’m grieving.
All of this may seem silly to some of you, but it makes no matter to me. I miss my dog and I suppose I will miss him for a great deal longer.
I went back to work today with much on my plate – stories to write, ideas to brainstorm and tasks to mark off on my very long to-do list. Originally I thought all of these things would serve as a great distraction from the loss of Hank and my sore back but it was quite the opposite. I hope tomorrow will be different.
The boys are carrying on as usual. Only one time did Jeremy approach me at a time when I was quiet and asked, “Do you miss Hank?”
“Yes, very much,” I replied.
“Me, too.”
And that was that.
The sutures in my back are itchy and the area is tender but I am otherwise recovering nicely. The incision is about an inch long, and aside from the six shots required to numb the area around my shoulder blade, the only thing that bothered me about the procedure was the sound of the doctor cutting away my skin. It was as if he used kitchen scissors, the bulky kind you would use to cut away fat from the edge of a pork chop. It was at this point that I turned on my iPod and blared loud music. I couldn’t bear to hear him snip me like a piece of meat. I get the stitches removed a week from tomorrow.
In other very benign news, I have become a huge fan of Mrs. Meyer’s All-Purpose Cleaner, specifically the Basil scented kind. Mopping my floors and wiping down counters has never smelled so divine. Just overlook the price.