Yesterday was five months since Cappy passed on April 2nd. It's occurred to me that in the very recent past I've stopped having the incessant mental images of an almost deaf and blind, tired, and not-well 13 year old dawg who wasn't enjoying life any longer. Rather, I'm beginning to see Cappy more frequently as an 8-9 year old still vibrant and athletic hunting companion and best bud. For that I'm ever so grateful.
Remi and Rusty aren't my whole life. They're trying to fill the hole in my heart left by Cappy's passing.
Handsome chap !
Oh, Jim, I love that picture! I remember that transition well. (((Hugs)))
Your heart is healing, Jim.
Jackie, Champ, and Buddy
Wonderful picture. Time will do that. It's over a year since Molly crossed the bridge and I now remember her running on the beach or standing in the rain waiting to run a hunt test. Before now, I just saw her the last weekend when she got so sick. I know they would not want us to be sad. Even though their time is so short with us, I wouldn't trade those years with them for anything, even the pain when we have to let them go.
Great pic! I too have found that lately I picture Deacon when he was in his prime. A lean, muscular black pheasant hunting machine. Oh, how he loved to chase those birds!
My Lab is smarter than your honor student.
Deacon 12/1/1999-4/2/2012 RIP, bestest boy.
Diesel 3/29/2010 My little hard charger.
Wonderful pic Jim. I am glad this part of the healing has happened.
I love that picture too...perfect Cappy picture
He looks like he is in his element in that picture. What a great vision.
I am so very glad to read this.......I too remember that phase of grieving. It is uplifting?