remnants like ruins

The snow has melted (again), and D. has begun the spring clean up of the back yard. I keep noticing as I peek out the window, little reminders of our dogs who have now been gone for 1 to 4 months. Our habits have quickly adapted to a life without dogs, and while I feel sad when I look out on a beautiful day and do not see Mika’s ears flopping around as she bounds through the yard like a bunny, or Sadie running like a bullet and hopping straight up in the air to land in our neighbor’s bird bath, their absence grows less painful with time. But the ruins of a past with dogs remain – not just dog hair still in the carpet or scratches on the wood floors – but pieces of their possessions, hidden throughout the yard for later moments of play.



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