The house is silent today. As it was yesterday.
On Tuesday, dog lost her battle with cancer.
It’s been a long summer full of vet visits, pills, chemo treatments and very slow walks. I loved every minute of it because the alternative is this silence.
Scout and I had a lifetime of adventures together. She was a warrior to the very end. I’m glad she’s at rest now. Cancer is a real bitch.
Now I’m a bit lost. Everything is the same, but it isn’t. The world goes on, but I’m hovering in the schism of a brief moment on a Tuesday afternoon.
I told a friend Tuesday evening that I didn’t want another dog right now. Too soon. Maybe later. Wednesday was so quiet and weird that I started thinking about it anyway.
Nobody can simply choose to replace a best friend, but perhaps some dog and I can rescue each other.
It was worth every second. I’ll miss you, buddy.