Windwalker, thank you. He seems to be headed in a positive direction.
As we all know, the loss of someone we love seems to pop up when we
least expect it. A memory, a scent of their After shave/perfume, a song.
He let me know that time with those of us who deeply loved Amy helps
him a lot. His sister and I plan to spend an afternoon with him soon.
LFF, yes we talk at least once a day, which helps, he said.
As for the little dog. a foolish act on my part frightened me today. when
there is snow or rain, he will run out, pee, run back inside, no leash.
Today
s sloppy snow, ice, I asked him to take me to the trash can. I didn't put
the leash on. He took me right to the trash can, then across the parking
area, me calling him and walking toward him. He ventures ahead past
the mailboxes. Now I'm beginning to panic because Telegraph is only a
quick dash away for him, over icey space for me. Praise the Lord,
he stopped at a tree and I managed to pick him up. There goes my trust.
Then I had to leave him early to Jump-start my daughter's car. I told him
I would be right back. When I began to remove his sweater, he let out a
low growl. Usually he doesn't growl at me. I had to leave his sweater on him.
Not my best day.