She is alone without her buddy, Shasta. Monroe is a sweet dog, but Shasta was always more important to her than any human. I took her for a walk at the park today and we tried to figure out how we will move forward together without Shasta. Neither of us know how to do that yet, but we are trying.
In the back yard, the Johnny-Jump-Ups have recovered.
Everything has turned so green these past few weeks. When I look out the window I can hardly believe all the leaves I see on the trees across the street.
The green of early spring is beautiful, but these photos were so much better with Shasta in them instead.
May 11 post
April 23 post
It's going to take a long time to accept the reality of Shasta's death. Posting pictures and expressing my thoughts in this blog has helped some. I can not yet release my heart from this sadness, but sharing memories helps me to remember the joy. Hopefully, over time, the good memories will fill some of the void created in me when Shasta left.
It has inspired me to spend some time posting a few of my favorite photos from the past 10 years. I never what to forget the joy of Shasta's perfect unconditional love.