Today, this day, the sky is grey and rain comes down. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes taking a break and sometimes…still waiting for the next sometime to write.
In November I posted my blog piece, ‘I No Longer have a heart…’ on an animal mourning website. Not sure what prompt me to do so but at the time felt a need to release my mourning by whatever means necessary. Forgot about the post, months passed and then Tuesday came.
I received an email from a pet owner. She lost her fur baby two days prior and was on her 18th hour of crying, screaming, lashing out and not knowing how to deal with the pain.
Like me, she had to make the decision to end her dog’s life and wanted to know how I was doing after six months had passed.
Floored I was.
Did not expect this.
Came out of nowhere into my email which I was checking via Iphone while sitting in Fairway’s parking lot.
Started crying in the parking lot.
Cried, when I got home.
Cried touching his ashes.
So f*****g sick of crying.
I responded to her email to let her know it does get better. Memories and pictures guide you through. Allowing grief to take its course is a given.
And it does get better.
I’ve surrounded myself with so many memories of him. His leash hangs on my coat rack, his collar on a peg in my bedroom where his ashes also rest. I live in the place, Brooklyn and in the house, Berkeley where the memories began. I run in the park he so cherished, especially on Monday mornings after the weekend barbeque garbage lays waiting.
Pi Patel will always be with me.