I was so hungry I could’ve gnawed my arm off. But, being the perpetual Weight Watcher that I am, I decided a trip to the ice cream parlor on the way back from a meeting this morning was out of the question.
So what’s a hungry girl gonna do? Eat a rice cake? Maybe.
I’d looked at the package of white cheddar cheese rice cakes for months not wanting to touch it. It was one of those double stacks in a plastic bag so they all didn’t go stale if you didn’t eat them quickly. I’d had that last half stack since last fall. Never opened.
It was hard. They were Stuart’s rice cakes. I rarely ate them.
Yesterday I used his green bean steamer for the first time since December. That was hard, too.
Every day is hard without Stuart. Every. Single. Day.
But then, Noodledog said something that got me out of today’s grief funk.
Here goes: “I’ve decided that it looks like a marshmallow melted on Stuart.”
That’s the sweetest vision. For a sweet dog. The white spot on his back really does look like a marshmallow melted on him.
Maybe I can eat marshmallows and smile from now on.