As often happens, we get reminders of our loss.
Our dog was given her final mercy around 5 pm, on February 9th.
She used to have a habit, every night, for years without fail. Around 0415 or so, she would get up, and I would hear her nails clicking on the tiles as she walked into the kitchen to the water bowl. She’d lap up the water until she was satisfied, and then, as I lay in bed, I would hear her return to her bed, claws clicking away in her particular cadence. She would stop, and I would hear her groan as she laid down.
At 0411, the morning of February 10th, I was woken up by the sound of her claws, as she walked to the kitchen. Only two clicks, but very distinct. I remember waking up in the usual way, and thinking “Tam…water…” and then glancing at the glowing LED of the alarm clock. And realizing….well.
Gone for about eleven hours at that point.
Dream. Memory. A soul passing through, and a reminder?
Comforting, yet sad at the same time.