I experienced a moment of sadness last night. Pure melancholy. Missing my huggable Schem and my beautiful Ber.
I thought about the Christmas tree I always put up. First ornaments are the pet ornaments.
, Sasha and Britty. And now Schemie and Cyrus, Sheba . Very bittersweet. But always a moment shared with the big boy. Berry
There is no tree now. Ber used that to nestle in when she was scared (even with it being in a bag). Last year, their last, I put the threadbare, wire exposed tree up. It was rather pathetic, more Charlie Brown-ish. But. Kid ornaments were up and lights were strung, you would never know it was denuded.
I don’t think not having a tree is an option. I have never not displayed my kid ornaments.
Sweet DeeDee? She wouldn’t touch it and would enjoy the lights.
Craigie Dillon? He’d have it pulled down and dragged all over the house. Maybe, this year, I’ll just go with a table top tree. Just big enough for kid ornaments.
But that’s why we do what we do. Offer them the best possible life. A home, love, comfort and unending food (according to Craigie). And make a holiday a bit of fun and excitement for them.
And make it Dork-proof.
A new year. A new celebration. With some incredibly beautiful, lovable greyhounds.
I can live with that. I can completely live with that.
Next? Holiday collars!! :-)