…mashed sweet potatoes since September.
I just couldn’t smell them, didn’t even want to look at them in the produce department.
Tonight, however, I picked one up to mash with a left over meal from last night.
I hadn’t noticed,
I’d not cooked one since….and am excited to savor it’s sweetness with a bit of salt and butter…just a bit!
Sigh.
After finding the red leash, I began to wonder what other mementos I have left over. I’ve already written how I couldn’t take his collar off him, as it didn’t look like him without it.
I have a bandana, his two bowls, his little toy box, and all his different beds. The beds are out of sight as are his bowls, but I have baby sat a few times for my neighbor, and I don’t mind using them. I have some of his antlers he didn’t love, and his fur still under my couch and his bedroom bed!
I really like the idea about doing do something more clever with his old red leash like mix photos with it (which I have Plenty of!). I also have other items in ‘his’ trunk by the front door that had all 4 season’s worth of supplies in there, not to mention his “Going to Grandma’s bag”.
Sigh. I didn’t love him TOO much, do you think?
Gerry had to leave me in September. I lost track of keeping all things Gerry sacred, and his leash belonged outside and so it weathered this winter on top of an old hose holder. The snow covered it for most of the season and so I didn’t ‘notice’ it.
Now that spring has thawed everything out, I find myself looking at this 12 foot lead that my dog walkers gave me when they met Gerry 7 years ago. It has a LOT of knots in it, to step on, to stop him from running too far ahead of us.
It looks like a snake that couldn’t take it in the desert anymore and found respite on y porch. It never Once broke, although I let go of it many a time when I couldn’t keep up with him. Can you see how very red it used to be?
Answer me this….WHAT am I to with this beloved piece of leash that my boy had since day one of Leashes taking care of him…? I am TIRED of being blindsided by hurt.
I thin=I ‘ll get a memory box of sorts and include this; I can NOT throw it away! I buried him with his collar and tags, because it didn’t t look like him without them around his neck. But this leash isn’t something I ever considered or noticed all fall, but now that I have an EMPTY spring…I really ‘saw’ the leash.
