Thursday, September 10, 2009

Two days on

Exhausted. Stomach's upset. Don't want to do anything. I think it's called grief.

Fortunately I've been able to stay home all week, while we've had workmen in the house. Our beautiful new floors and fireplace surround are finished, and I'll post pictures after all the furniture and doodads are back in place.

Because of her increasing indiscretions, and her fondness for fervently and vigorously scratching and pawing the floor (she never figured out that she couldn't scratch up a nest on the tile), I told the Scientist for months that we should not try to get our new floors until after Amie was gone. We decided to go ahead anyway. Little did I know the floors would go in the very day after she left us.

Missing you so much, my Little Biscuit.


8 comments:

ElastiGirl said...

((z)) - glad your schedule is easy - grief is hard work

Presbyterian Gal said...

(((((((((Zorra)))))))))

DogBlogger said...

(((((Zorra)))))

Yes, ElastiGirl is right; grief is hard work.

Mompriest said...

just so sweet, and so sad...

Songbird said...

Just hugging you from a distance.

chartreuseova said...

I am so sorry and sad. Amie is the first Australian cattle dog I came to know (even if was only online) and I loved hearing about her as shared your life.

Kathryn said...

I'm so sorry. We all send love from across teh Pond...

The Vicar of Hogsmeade said...

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