tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730801.post8510399310342718817..comments2023-12-31T17:47:27.217-08:00Comments on Taj MuttHall Dog Diary: Grief and JoyElfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01827436807468320435noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730801.post-42718873015485807672020-10-07T10:47:14.383-07:002020-10-07T10:47:14.383-07:00And I don't know how I missed your comment bac...And I don't know how I missed your comment back then! I came looking for photos of my dog-play session with friend Sarah taking photos of us in August 2017 (related to my t-shirt post from yesterday), and Lo! I hadn't posted anything that month. So I took a look at September, and here this was. I appreciate your words. You've talked often enough about your own pain that that feels real to me, too, and so I know whence you speak. Here we are three years later. Some days it's still all too much, but that is rarer and rarer. I know that it will never go away, based on how I can still cry for Amber or Remington all these years later. But very seldom any more. Elfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01827436807468320435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730801.post-77830558337703328222017-09-29T05:11:12.669-07:002017-09-29T05:11:12.669-07:00I'm sorry I missed this when you posted it. M...I'm sorry I missed this when you posted it. Maybe it would have helped to know someone was out there understanding, to some extent, the mixture of feelings here. You are right. It takes time for the physical pain (and you're also right about it being physical) to subside slightly. Good news is that it will. Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.com