Around this time last year was when we first realized T. was seriously ill. Everyday is some kind of anniversary from now until June 19, when he passed away - or really until September 13, when M. did.

I sit everyday on the same spot of the couch where T. spent his last moments. I read there, work there, watch TV, often fall asleep. T. and M. used to join me here, just as J. and F. do now. It’s the most ordinary place on earth to me - but it’s also his grave, in a way.

Reminds me of T.

villagedog:

Totem animal #145: silver fox averting the gaze

nerd dog

mezzaluna

looking around the house for a pill box the other day - found this

… the year our old dogs T & M passed away, less than three months apart. I hereby designate this new year 1209, for the (approximate) number of months the new dogs F & J have been on earth respectively. Long live the dogs.

the new dogs

(inadvertent christmas theme)

T & M since 1998.

J is settling in nicely. She reminds me of her predecessors everyday, though she is almost completely different from them. Or maybe because?

In the woods with the pup - a much longer walk than I bargained for, but she was game! (T. would have waged a sit-down strike about a third of the way in - when it became clear I had no idea where we were headed…)

They’re both gone now.