These entries are probably getting annoying, but I honestly don’t care because this is my blog, and the loss of Phoenix has left a gaping hole in my heart.
It has been two weeks since Phoenix left us, to walk across the Rainbow Bridge.
This means for…
14 days, I’ve woken up several times a night hoping to hear his shuffling feet or quiet snores.
336 hours, I’ve wondered who met him on his journey.
20,160 minutes, I’ve thought about the incredible memories we’ve shared.
And for 1,209,600 seconds, I’ve wished for just one more moment with him to make sure he’s okay.
I know time will heal these wounds, but right now it seems as though I will never be able to move on without Phoenix by my side.
In respect to the other canine members of the family, Rogue really seems to have matured overnight. It’s like Phoenix has left an ever lasting impression upon her. She still has her moments of silly puppiness, but her attentiveness and ability to learn what is expected of her, seems to have sky rocketed beyond her developmental age.
Cessna and Canyon don’t really seem phased by Phoenix’s absence, but I have noticed a bit more protectiveness over me from Canyon and that they just seem to be a little a little less energetic.
Aspen is a little more noticeably bothered by the absence of her best friend. She lies by the door or the kitchen sink all day, where she can watch for Phoenix to return to his favourite sleeping spot. Her stomach seems to have improved since our return from London (where she had horrible bouts of diarrhea for days after Phoenix left), but she really doesn’t seem to have much energy to play. And, she doesn’t really want to pay much attention to us or even sleep in our room at night.
Rest in peace our friend, we’re all feeling your absence, but know you’ll continue to watch over us for as long as you can.