The sun rose and another day began, life goes on.
It’s amazing, isn’t it? When you feel so much grief, and so much sadness and you wonder how you will go on with out your best friend, another day dawns and time passes.
I lay in bed last night and didn’t sleep too much. I was thinking of the tremendous fight Shubi fought with her illnesses. She never gave up. In her short life, there were so many little miracles, and I thought, I hoped, she would find just one more.
The bed felt big and empty. Greta got in and immediately she began searching for Shubi. She sniffed and sniffed and sniffed all the places Shubi usually slept. She pawed at them, before coming back over to me and settling in between my knees.
It’s somehow shocking how big a hole such a small dog can leave.
I have done mostly what men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can’t forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through–
Wherever my road inclined–
Four-Feet said, ‘I am coming with you!’
And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round–
Which I shall never find–
Some where that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.
— Rudyard Kipling —