It's been a hard week. This is Fenway. He was my grandpuppy. He had a personality like no other and he insisted that everyone love him. On Monday, my daughter had to put Fenway down. He had a chronic illness and had been sick for years. Before Mike died, he would go to Kim's house every day and let Fenway out. Some days, he would take him up to camp and let him run free. So, this death is also a reminder of Mike's.
The intensity of my emotions really shocked me. I took 2 days off from work, but couldn't tell anyone why I needed the time off. How do you tell your employer that you are sad because a dog you don't even own has passed away?
I worry that people will think of me as a drama queen. Or not serious enough about my work. Or mentally unstable. And, this week, I have worried about all of these things myself.
What I do know is that I loved this boy intensely. And I know that Mike was holding the leash and waiting for him on the other side.
