I try not to think about it but then I’ll get an email or a phone call from someone offering their condolences; which is kind of weird. Weird because they tell me they found out from reading my blog. The numbers on my Stat Counter have been on the rise (I don’t know why since my posts have been sparse), which makes me wonder who’s been reading. At least now I know who a few of them are.
Anyhoo, instead of posting about my grief, I was planning on telling you about my time with Sheila and her kids on Sunday. The plan was for me to spoil her offspring and fill them up with sugary goodness for a few hours while she did whatever…whatever being Christmas shopping, laundry, napping or just playing with her toys (read
So nix what I originally planned on posting, because today after work as I sorted through the mail two of the what I assumed to be Christmas cards were not. One was from our regular vet and another from the emergency animal hospital I had brought Calvin to. They didn’t express the usual holiday greetings, but condolences. The one from our vet was signed by everyone in the office. The other one was signed by the doctor…and also Calvin. They put his footprint on it.
Sniffle, sniffle. Jingle, jingle.
With Paul being gone in India these last few weeks and Calvin…gone; the holidays just aren’t so jolly right now.
Side note: Paul will be home shortly. I just hope he’s not disappointed that I’m not doing a tree this year.