there is a space between when something really bad happens and when things are hopefully, somewhat normal again.
that space is raw like a burn.
heavy like a boulder.
empty like a crater.
quiet like a hall.
i am very much in that space.
this morning we had to put harry to sleep.
he was in pain from tumors as a result of feline leukemia.
i don't particularly want to discuss things.
but i thought you all should know.
things might be a little quiet around here for a few days.
i miss him real bad.
he was a funny little guy and i loved him very much.