I continue.
The pain isn't as crushing as it was, but it persists.
Most days, the hashtag #ScoutDay makes it to my posts because it was day that I missed him.
Yesterday, I left trivia night in tears--not because we came in second (ha), but because the bar kept flashing a picture of a puppy who looked so much like Scout on their screen.
Scout started popping up in our conversations and dreams even more than usual earlier this month--even before I made the calendar connection. I was amazed how our souls seemed to know this anniversary was coming up even before our minds figured it out.
Scout was certainly my once-in-a-lifetime "soul puppy." I'm so lucky to have had ten years with him... I wish every day it could have been longer.
He was the boy with the blaze.
I'm glad we got that final picture with the cherry blossoms.
I wish I could find a home for this poem about him.
I love this early picture of him.
I'm glad he had a the best last day we could give him.
Goodbye my sweet Scout Akshaya.
Pic: Scout and me on a Christmas trip to Ohio. He was always up for a selfie... or anything, as long as we were together.
16 comments:
Sorry for your loss.
Oh, Maya.
Dear Scout. How lucky you were to have found each other.
XO
He will always be in your heart.
A sad anniversary to be sure. I know that too well! But what a gift he was.
Oh it's so sad! WHY do we have to outlive our pets like this??? I'm sorry : (
Beautiful photo.
Oh Maya, it never gets easy. Easier? Maybe. Never easy. Gypsy was my Soul Animal and 13 years later, I still feel much the same on the day. But oh, were we ever lucky to have them for as long as we did and be able to love them as much as we still do. Biggest hugs, my friend. I love your poem, the picture and I'm so grateful you honored Scout so beautifully.
I hate this fucking world because my Mulder (and your Scout) were taken from us too soon. I mean, we know going in with pets that chances are high that we will outlive them, but to not even get to the old age part SUCKS HOLE.
Gosh, if I did a #Mulder or tagged my posts every time I missed him…yeah, it would be every single post. I had two other dogs in my life, Samantha and Genevieve. I loved them both so much, and I was heartbroken when they died. But they both at least had long lives, and somehow it was a little easier. Samantha was 16, Genevieve was about 14 (we didn’t know her exact age). Mulder was barely 8. I’m crying now, and please don’t say you’re sorry for bringing up this hurt, because it is always there, and it is real so I might as well just feel it, right?
Anyway, sorry for the long comment. You lost Scout, Sarah lost Beatrix, and I lost Mulder, all in April and May of 22 I think. Big hugs to you my friend. Scout will forever be in your heart.
It is so hard to lose a beloved family member - human or animal! Those anniversaries are so tough. Sending you lots of hugs and love!
J, I didn't know you when you lost Mulder, but knowing you did was one of the many things that bonded me so tightly to you. I felt like an ass when you mentioned that it would have been Mulder's 10th birthday earlier this year... Eight is way, way too soon. I'm so sorry. You hit the nail on the the head--I think the age thing is one the things that hurts the most--knowing that the universe could have so easily granted another 5-6 years at least...
Thank you, Gillian.
So true. Thank you, Nance.
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I can never thank you enough for volunteering Barkley's friendship, Nicole! XOXO
Thank you, Jenny.
Thank you, Jeanie. Thirteen years... I'm sorry about Gypsy too, friend.
Thank you, Lisa. XX
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