Rumsey is snoring. In our new house, the floor must be cold, cause Rumsey has decided he needs to sleep in the family bed. Great. Between one large standard poodle, and almost 6 year old, my dear husband, there is so little room for me or the baby. I guess we could use another bed. Someday, E will sleep in his new bunk bed all night. And guilt about not bringing the baby in for the whole night is an entirely different post.
Today is Zeno day. The day Zeno was born. He died sometime before the 26 of July and was born on the morning of the 28. 41 weeks he was with us. Rumsey was a puppy. A happy puppy at the time; we knew his life was going to change, but not the way it did. He tried so hard to take care of us, such a big job for a young dog. He still tries, which wears him out. He is so very good to us. He isnt very friendly to lots of people, but he cares so much for us, he just doesnt have room.
It's funny to miss Zeno this year with Lulu home, our house just unpacked some more, and crammed into shape for MDH's family to arrive. I have to remember that people's hearts are large, they just crack open to let more love in if you let them; loving E and B doesnt mean we dont love Zeno, our boy who didnt come home. Sometimes it hurts, even 8 years later. At least it doesn't hurt every single day, all day long. How does one remember, every day is a gift?
this is what 8 years is like.
(Now, they are all snoring. Okay, Rumsey stopped, but MDH, E and B. Enough. Maybe I should go sleep in the new bunk bed.)
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