We’re overwhelmed by the loss felt around the world. Your tweets, re-tweets, blogs, re-blogs, blog comments, posts, poems, prayers, thoughts, tributes, cards, gifts, emails, phone calls, kindness and shout outs are what’s made it possible for me to put one foot in front of the other since our boy left. We’re taking it one day at a time.
To hemangiosarcoma, I say, “thank you, you evil bastard, for at least making the end painfree and without suffering”. We have that to be thankful for.
All the wishes the Dad Peep and I have made on all the shooting stars over the past 9 years and 9 months came true on December 12: We never wanted him to leave us, but when the time came, we needed to be together and prayed that he wouldn’t be in pain. Thank you stars, for making that happen.
The Scottie Chronicles will be back in 2016. After all, we can’t let the memories of Stuart the Scottie and all that StuART fade into darkness now can we?
No. We. Can. Not.
So until I learn how to breathe, how to walk, how to fully exist without Stuart in my life, I hope you’ll take a gander at his magnificence in the following photos and know that you are as much a part of my life as his was.
Thank you for your kindness and caring.
Best Wishes for a glorious New Year.
Until next time: Keep Calm and Stuart On.
Psst: That’s what he’s doing! He’s calm, peaceful and settled in his new kingdom. He made himself known to me this morning. I was wondering when I’d hear from him. His toenails across the hardwood floors. A sigh in the middle of the night. A glimpse of him somewhere. A bark from far away. Something.
Here’s what happened: my business website server migrated over to a new control panel and I had no idea how to finalize the changes on my end. I made a phone call this morning to my web service to figure it out.
A gentleman with a big, deep, comforting voice said, “Good morning, this is Stu, how can I help you?”