We have had the most glorious summer. Hot sunny weather - the best we have had in 8 years living on our West Coast of British Columbia.
The nite I wrote this post it poured down with rain. I can't believe I have actually missed the sound of rain falling. (we get a ton of rain each winter) It brings back memories of our beloved dog Tara. It has now been 3 months since we said goodbye to our lovely girl.
It feels like yesterday, that we walked in the rain. I would take her for long walks rain or shine. Initially, she did not like the rain, but would soon seem to forget about it, and get the pure love and enjoyment out of a daily walk.
DH has recovered...well, as best as he can. He is doing much better. He can talk about Tara with a smile on his face remembering happy memories. (For a while there, I was getting worried.)
It seems so strange how it will "hit" me and the sadness that engulfs me . There is no "rhyme or reason" as to how this happens. It is out of the blue. I miss her...I miss our walks...especially in the rain.