I’ve had nightmares that involve me saving my puppy Kinga from terrible danger. Zombies. Poachers. Angry mobs. Not too long ago I had #puppy before her named Keeba. She suddenly and unexpectedly died of Acute Leukemia at 4.5 months. I was devastated. There will forever be a crack in my heart named Keeba. But hey, as Leonard Cohen says “that’s how the light gets in.” Kinga is almost four months old now. She’s happy and healthy. Despite my #nightmares, in my conscience hours I know to be grateful for all the time I have with Kinga be it long or short.
Despite my fears deriving from understandable circumstances I found it interesting I felt like (or was) a child in my nightmares trying to save Kinga. In this photo I am wearing a new dress shirt for work and a jumper I got at Hot Topic when I was sixteen. A mesh of different maturities in my lifetime.
I’ve had many deep, painful losses, like most people but death never gets easier. No. Not death, but what comes after for the living. The loss. And yes, death comes for our little #dogs too.
My grandma Faith used to tell me there is not point in worrying about anything. She said the best and worst moments of our lives tend to be things we could never have predicted. Grandma Faith was right.
Not even the great Zoltar can predict the future.
What impactful moments in your lives have been something unpredictable?
I’ve found in life it is important to ponder in piece. Float with your situation. What drags you in deeper, what helps you stay afloat? Listen to both sides of your mind, the logical & emotional. This way we are living in wise mind.