Peepstress here. Sorry. I know you were expecting Winston’s words of wisdom. He’s been tied up over on Instagram lately. Those posts automatically feed to my Facebook account and to his Twitter feed.
It may appear that we’ve abandoned The Scottie Chronicles. Never!
But has it really been that long since he blogged? Since December 2021? Hopefully, he won’t mind that I write today about something troubling me.
I’m saddened every time I learn of a Scottie’s passing over the bridge. Seems like it’s happening with more frequency. Or maybe I just follow too many Scottie news stories. And too many Scottie social media sites. Too many Scottie blogs and social media groups.
Young pups, rescues, older loved ones. It’s all sad. It’s too sad.
December was especially hard this time around. I’m not sure why. Stuart passed on Dec. 12, 2015. You’d think things would have calmed in my mind since then. But no. Every time I hear of a Scottie passing, I sink to gut wrenching depths of mourning. “Gut wrenching” describes it perfectly. Like your insides have been sucked out, strewn on the ground and stepped on. Repeatedly. Especially your heart. And your brain. You know it happened, but you just can’t understand it. You keep reliving it over and over. What could you have done differently? Why did it have to happen? And you never want to live through it again. You swear to yourself that you’ll never allow your heart or your mind to get that close again. Ever.
Some of you know exactly what I mean. Others don’t. Others won’t. And others think of dogs as simple possessions. Or distractions to be returned to wherever they came from when COVID became too much.
Around Dec. 12, 2021, a friend messaged me. A blog and social media friend I’ve never met and probably never will. But one who knows me enough to say, “I’m thinking about you.”
Sometimes this virtual world can be too much. And sometimes it can be just right.
Thank you for caring.