tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526081679616850203.post7973412280093116588..comments2024-01-09T04:49:10.001-08:00Comments on Gone Feral In Idaho: A Poem for SadieGoneferalinidahohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10001720343818923656noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526081679616850203.post-54007116742063461472013-04-15T18:17:49.275-07:002013-04-15T18:17:49.275-07:00Then spending the few hours that night sleeping on...Then spending the few hours that night sleeping on Sadie's dog bed makes me feel a bit more normal. I woke up in her bed, holding her collar. It seems to strange to have walked into the hospital with her and only having her empty collar to hold onto when we left. I couldn't even go home at first. We went for another walk on the greenbelt with me clutching that collar. It is at my bedside every night. It is so big. Such a big space to fill. <br />Goneferalinidahohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10001720343818923656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3526081679616850203.post-86001923813354989032013-04-14T10:46:30.304-07:002013-04-14T10:46:30.304-07:00A good friend of mine had her companion of 14 year...A good friend of mine had her companion of 14 years put down last fall. It just crushed her. She's still getting over it. And she sometimes sleeps with his ashes.Victoria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16014235737941054206noreply@blogger.com