I had meant to make a post about one of my recent Mohawk Valley adventures, but I’m afraid today is going to be more of a Middle-aged Musings Monday, if not Melancholy Monday, or even a Memories Monday. Oh, all right, I’ll stop alliterating and start blogging.
Today on my Facebook On This Day, I noted that one year ago today we brought our sweet Spunky home from his foster dad’s (I even wrote a blog post about it). Regular readers may recall that we sadly lost Spunkman (as Steven liked to call him) far too soon (I wrote a blog post about that, too). I miss having a dog, but the time seems not right to adopt another one yet.
Logging on to WordPress, I noticed a post from a blogger I follow about how she and her guy adopted a puppy, Meet Harper, the Resuce Pup! Full disclosure: I do not read all posts by all the bloggers I follow. This one I read. Rescue dogs are the best! And people who adopt them are awesome! Oh dear, that sounded like I was tooting my own horn, but I was not, really. For one reason, I have not adopted another dog since losing Spunky. I don’t know if I ever will, although as I read somewhere, pets happen.
So I am remembering our little Spunky, and our sweet Tabby, who lived with us from 2007 to 2015. Dogs enrich our lives immeasurably, but so is the sadness immeasurable when we lose them. I suppose I could say something profound about how you have to have the sad to appreciate the happy, and I even know such a thing to be true. But I’m afraid it would sound glib and trite, because profundity is not my strong suit.
I also feel I should apologize for intruding sadness into my silly blog, especially when the occasion for sadness is sometime past. Then again, who can explain emotions and why apologize for them? I like to say, sometimes you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more. I’ll try for a better post tomorrow.