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Naomi,
What a great mom you are. I am so glad Oz has you. You will get through this together. We love them so much as they are our children. Sending you both love, strength and healing energy. I lit a candle for Buddy the other day and I asked him to show Frasier all the best stuff up there. Our fur angels are happy and there together, until we meet up with them again. Xxxxx
Hi Naomi
SO lovely to see you :):)
Poor little Oz, feeling for him and YOU of course. All those firsts for you both do suck... he is so sweet trying to feel close to his brother. Pleased he has Gracie to stick close to now for doggie comfort.
You sound like you are hanging in there pretty good, I think you are very right about the time working yourself up to it can be just as horrid if not worse.
What you up to for the weekend, any plans? Temps warming up here slowly, lovely day today.
xxxxx
Hey Trish, no major plans, 9.45am here and still in bed (this is not unusual for a weekend btw). Been awake for hours but just surfing around here and on the net, it is my morning bludge time.
Rest of the day I will probably spend doing housework and gardening (in between the rain anyway), I have let it all go pretty bad over the last couple of months. Fraser used to follow me everywhere but would get so tired that I would just have to stop and be still for multiple hours just so he could rest. No excuses anymore, Oz just takes himself off for a sleep, he is much more independent that way.
So on that note, it's time I go dig my socks out of the garden. Fraser's last gift to me - he always buried my socks if I left them on the floor, I'm missing a heap at the moment so no doubt there will be tears in the garden today as I find all the gifts he left me. It was like a game, he would see how many he could steal between digs and then would follow me looking very repentant as I dug them all up, meanwhile trying to steal more to go bury. He only ever did it while I wasn't home though, it was kind of like his revenge. He was a funny boy, but it was our ritual, it had been going on since he was a puppy. One time, I obviously hadn't left any socks for him to find, so he stole a teatowel from the kitchen instead. After that I always made sure he had at least one sock to get. Rather then socks than the tea towels!
Im off now, take care and catch up again soon.
Well you are setting a good example for me, I just bought tomato plants so I shall join you in the garden this sunny afternoon!
That Fraser was such a funny dog, such a personality and I love how you make it shine through when you write about him so keep it up as I love hearing his stories! Scarf round the neck will mop up any tears and can be used to keep the rain off too... happy digging Naomi and let us know what Fraser left for you to find, watch out for spiders too! xx
"First" seem like the hardest, when it just hits you. Grief is like a tide, it comes in and then it backs out, but then it comes back in. Sometimes it will feel stronger than others and just wash over you, others it will just gently lap at your toes.
I am sure the garden will be bittersweet today. I hope Frasier left you lots of pressies. Maybe you don't need to find them all today though. :)
Sending you big hugs and Oscar some belly rubs.
love
Sharlene and Molly Muffin
Love the stories of the buried socks. It is really wonderful.
I know if it was me, it would bring a smile to my face probably along with the tears. It's a great memory.
Thinking about you today as you uncover the presents Fraser left. As I wrote that last sentence the tears welled up in my eyes. I think it's a precious reminder, and memory.
Well I found a LOT of socks, apparently I haven't done a dig for a while and he was a busy boy, no wonder he always wanted a rest when I got home. There is still at least one sock that I know of missing, so it is obviously buried deep, deeper than I could find and will now stay there for ever and ever. Maybe one day when I'm gardening again it might appear and I can have another smile over it. There could be more, who knows, until I have washed them all and go to match them up again I won't ever know, but as usual his favourites must have been the new ones, the majority I found were only ever worn once, no wonder I couldn't find any socks!
Anyway, we've had a pretty good day today, a few tears when my niece drew a picture and asked me to leave it for Fraser. For a 5 year old she is pretty cluey. Such a precious boy he was, and if burying socks was the worst it ever got, no wonder I used to spoil him so rotten. Blessed doesn't cover it.
Oh Naomi, your tale about Fraser and your socks brings tears to my eyes. What a dear scamp!! Our Peg has a special daily ritual that she plays with her dad. Every morning he drops a special, unraveling crocheted "footie" on the floor of our closet (one of the "used" footies crocheted by his mom -- I wrote you a little note about them earlier from our gmailbox). Peg thinks she is SOOOO sly by grabbing the footie and proudly parading around the house until she "lets" us catch her and give her love in exchange for the footie. Every morning the ritual is the same, and I cannot bear to even think about the first morning when the ritual ceases. I dearly hope you find that last sock at a time when you need it most, and that it boosts both your heart and spirit in just the way that Fraser intended.
Marianne
Hi Naomi
How's the holiday going, hope you are taking some time to pamper yourself this week and lots of playtime with Oz. So glad you have those lovely pics of the boys, my Mum has actually painted Flynn in water colours on a canvas... well she is in the process of it and has been for the last 3 years at least!! She keeps tinkering with it and won't give it to me until it's just right which at this rate it is never going to be :D she is 79 in a couple of months so I must tell her to get a wriggle on :D:D. He is sitting up the beach in the painting with our bay in the background. I want to get him up on the wall like you have with Fraser and Oz, I like that idea :):), its nice to have them close like that. Thinking of you and hope your doing OK xxxx
Hi just checking in, we are doing ok considering. I had to go pick up Razy's ashes on wednesday which was hard as expected but I only used 2 tissues and only needed them when I walked through the vets doors so I guess thats progress. I still miss him horribly of course but it is getting easier. I guess having known for so long it was coming that it is a bit easier in some ways.
I was watching some vids of him from Jan and Feb this year the other day, he really had deteriorated severely, the tumour was horribly aggressive and it ate away at him. It was time, but it was still too soon. I'm just so glad that I took those videos and have such beautiful photos to hold on to forever. Mum said I should take them down as I wold bawl every time I see them, but they are a comfort, his gorgeous eyes staring at me from every room, how could I take them down?
Oz hangs out for his walks each day, that is when he is happiest, even though I make him wear his socks again - his foot infection came back a while ago and he has been on antibiotics for a few weeks again now. I'm going to buy and try a colloidal silver spray for him, I've read so many positive things it is worth a try, anything to avoid more antibiotic repeats.
So that's where we are at the moment, still a day at a time but it's getting a little easier. I can at least reminisce about him with family without too many tears now. But going back to work next week is going to be hard for sure. "Did you have a good holiday?" "No."