Dealing with grief

Grief is a funny thing. You think you've dealt with it, and it sneaks in and whacks you on the head when you're not looking. Little things, like putting away Lexi's food bowls, giving away her arthritis medicine, and throwing away the last of her medications ... each of these gave me a crying spell that I wasn't expecting. Picking up her ashes from the vet was particularly painful, but I expected that. Washing the rug that she peed on was an unexpected trauma.

We're looking ahead to the future ... in March we're adopting a puppy from my Mom, who is a whippet breeder in Virginia. Little Viola will be five months old and a little hellion most likely. I won't forget my Lexi, but hopefully Viola will help with the pain.

Jo