Villy

Yesterday marked the last day that my mothers dog Villy was here. I say my moms dog but I considered her my dog too. She lived with me for years before her Houdini ways forced me to give her to my mom where there were no fences to escape. Months ago she had what we believe was a stroke, and has been deteriorating quickly since then. It seemed like she had a second episode about a week ago, leaving her stumbling, confused and scared, so earlier this week we made the decision to let her go. The vet told us it may have been a tumor. I held her as she left us.

Its been a rough week and the last couple days I've been trying to inject a bit of awesome into my world. Little things, like wearing my most awesome cat t-shirt Thursday, taking a bath yesterday, bringing Chloe to class this morning. They work while you're in the moment. Then life returns and I have to put on a different shirt.

How do you make those moments last without just ignoring the rest of life? And without letting the rest run you down?