Tonight marks one week since Ayn Chee crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I miss her. It is so quiet around here. She certainly made herself known.
Tashi is doing okay, but I can tell she misses her. Tashi has never snuggled with me, but last night she got up close to me and laid her head on my shoulder. That is just where Ayn Chee slept before she got sick. It felt good to have her head resting there, to smell that sweet doggy smell. It is helping both of us to heal, this new found closeness.
I invited the neighbors over for dinner. Randy dug the hole in my rose garden for her burial. So this is in part sort of a thanks for helping out, but also to have company in the house so that I can forget this brutal silence.