Gerry looking out his window, in three different shots. The bed WAS a “guest bedroom” bed, but it quickly became his, as he could look out over all of “the land” each and every day.
Now, when I sleep in his bed, or just lay there for a bit, I am looking over where he is buried.
About danielle
I am a rescue mom and school teacher. Gerry came to me from Texas, after he "failed" as a hunting dog. He had NOT had an easy life. I was three years divorced, and we saved each other. Last week I learned he has osteosarcoma. Our world feels upside down...while everyone else is right side up.
Such sweet memories. I can “feel9 how aoft is fur is under is chine.
And yes, those paws…..they all fit so nicely in your hand.
I know as you stretch across Gerry’s bed and look out his window, you have to feel his presence. To be where he was,; to see what he saw from his window…eternally connected.
Be easy on yourself Danielle. Such a very special boy and I kno pw you miss him beyond words