Monday, June 6, 2011

How We're Doing

This picture was from Oskar's final photo shoot, on the Saturday before he died.  I'd picked up a couple of fresh knuckle bones from Middlebrook Farm near us, and the weather was decent so Oskar and Ulani enjoyed them outside.

Just look at him enjoying that gristle.  Oskar always enjoyed chewing a good, fresh bone.

People have asked how we're doing.  Certainly I miss Oskar, but I remain so thankful that I know he was doing well right up until the end, and I take great comfort in that knowledge.  There has been some role changing among the house animals.  One day last week Ulani fiercely chased Luke away from her bone -- way beyond what was necessary.  I'm pretty convinced that they all recognize that the totem pole has shifted and they're finding their way back to order.

Oskar's bed from this winter is still on the living room floor.  I'm not ready to wash it and put it away.  And when I saw this the other day, I realized that maybe none of us is.

6 comments:

Shandy said...

The healing process moves at its own pace. I'm so glad you're able to find comfort on the way. Oskar was a special boy and I know it can't be easy. Thank you for sharing the poetry you find along the way.

Rose H (UK) said...

I've thought of you often over the past few weeks, as Shandy says Oskar was a special boy. Healing is different for all of us and I understand that Oskars bed gives you and others some comfort. You'll me ready to move it sometime, until then take each day as it comes.
Best wishes
Rose H

Rose H (UK) said...

Whoops! should have read it through - I meant 'You'll BE ready soon'...

Sallie Ann said...

I love these pictures. I'm terrible with letting go in order to make a room for new things, but in your situation you have all these other "babies," that also demand your attention. That is a blessing. And how precious to spend a chunk of your life with such an amazing friend. Be well!

The Japanese Redneck said...

I know you are so missing him.

The kitties like my Country's bed. She's 16. I'll be going thru your ordeal I'm afraid sooner than I want.

I guess the other fur kids will get her bed too.

Wendy Baird said...

Such a sweet picture. What a beautiful loving home all your dear animals have! They are so lucky!