I wonder does time heal all wounds or does time just lessen the pain into something tolerable?
This is a personal musing post.
I still miss my dogs, and the recent run in with the neighbour shooting my cat has heightened those feelings of loss. Smudges, the cat, has failed to reappear as yet. I walk back to the old house every night just to see if the little fella has made the trek back there. It is not too far back to the old place, about 700 meters or so.
I think about Chockie, Unyil, and Smudges everyday. It is strange but the dogs in particular had been like children for me. I will soon be a father to a son in a few short months.
The missus has a few photos of the dogs on her mobile and these caused a few tears last night and today.
Perhaps the healing is in the ability to focus on and remember the good times.