This is very sad news indeed, I had hoped to tell Stella’s story here before I wrote her obituary. That is not the case. Yesterday, late morning the worst happened. I drove up and found her gone on the road. The driver didn’t even have the dignity to move her body out of traffic. Fortunately, the meter reader shielded her body while I picked her up off the road. There was a tear in his eye for me when I went to his truck, carrying her limp body….the look of horror on my face must have really gotten to him. He told me that he was a dog lover. It wasn’t him that hit her. I touched his arm and thanked him for stopping. I was moved by his kindness. I plan to call Westar Energy and express my gratitude for his concern for me. It’s really the small things that matter most. Even in the worst of situations rising up and expressing a kindness is the best thing we can ever do. I hope to remember that everyday in everyway. I miss Stella so much that yesterday I could not bring myself to go outside and do my evening chores. I hate to ask Charlie for help since he has so much pain these days. We both are getting worn down with life’s travails it’s been a tough couple of year’s…but we keep on going just like the energizer bunny. I can’t remember who said it but “getting old ain’t for sissies”
There are 3 candles burning outside the door, my little spot of simple beauty…the living shrine I’ve created for times like this. I’m not sure what I will do if I ever get a front porch in this spot. I’ll have to keep the shrine. You can read about some of the objects in my shrine in the introduction/who am I portion of this blog. I’m too tired and sad to explain it tonight but I love this spot by the kitchen door…it’s a living reminder of those who live her now and those who have gone before them.
Dear Tabby 