365 Days Without Her

365 days without Tallulah Mae. The sadness is a bit less raw, but there is still a permanent place in our hearts that feels empty since she left.

We still talk about her almost every day, remembering some funny/silly/weird/sweet thing she did...You are so terribly missed, Miss Mae; I hope you're enjoying LOTS of tuna fish and many lattes in doggy heaven.

Missing

It has been four months since we said goodbye. We miss you so much, sweetest Mae...

Farewell, Tallulah Mae

 Yesterday we said goodbye to Tallulah Mae, one month into her fifteenth year. The very best dog ever, she will be forever missed. I plan to do a more fitting tribute to her when I am able--I cannot at the moment, as I am so very very sad. B. and I were so very lucky to have her for so long. I'm glad I was able to share her here for so many Fridays. Rest in peace, baby girl.

No Words

I've got nuthin' today...except I did re-read my blog post published the day after the election. It's here. I wish I could look at it and think, "Wow, what a crazy emotional overreaction THAT was." But no--it is more true than ever, 9 months on. And that's just sad.

Tallulah-Palooza Friday

Elder dog shenanigans...she was standing under this table and seemed unable to figure out how to get out from under it (frowny face). When you are 14 years old, you're allowed to stand under tables!

Wish I Were a Butterfly Medic

I found this butterfly on the ground, trying desperately to fly. I left it alone, initially, thinking perhaps it had just come out of its chrysalis and its wings were wet.

But no. It had a folded forewing, which meant it couldn't fly. It crawled onto my hand and we had a little conversation. I tried to unfold it, gently, and it held still while I attempted to do so. While I could unfold it, it wouldn't stay unfolded--I think perhaps this deformity was caused by a virus that deforms these beauties in the chrysalis.

I tried to feed him (black dot on wing means a male), but he wasn't interested in the sugar water. I placed him on a flower, and when I came back, he was nowhere to be found. Yay, I thought.

Alas, I found him a few days later, deceased. RIP, little beauty. I'm sorry I couldn't save you...