This photo of Dali and I sitting on the steps at the Mairie in Montbrun caught my eye this morning, but not until after I'd first seen photos that pulled my heartstrings of her and Sam on their own. Even though it's just me and Sam these days, Dali is a constant spiritual presence. I'm grateful for her presence and those even stronger visits.
This morning, it was a visit.
Except for the last 6 months in the states...the last 6+ years of Dal's life were spent in Cadrieu. I used to tease, but it was and is true...life in Cadrieu is la vie en rose for your 4-legged children-and, for me too.
We start in one place and leave in another. It just seemed all of a sudden, one day Dal was old. I couldn't see it, until I saw this photo of her walking up the hill behind me on one of our morning walks.
During times like these she and Sam have always been such a comfort. They know. They feel me. Evelyn's Lucie was just the same.
So this morning, I was home at the Chatette again laying on the floor in the living room in front of the fireplace. I'm trying to do my exercises and finally just surrender. I let the tears tumble and in no time Dali is there loving me licking up all those tears. A big bear hug for her was the best medicine for me. Today, while I hold Dali close in my arms, Sam joins us to sit on my shoulder just to be with us.
It was the three of us. Now it's just the two of us...but that Sammie Cat, she has found a way to get even closer and snuggle me more now that Dali is gone.
In fact, if you listen closely-she'll tell you all about it in her very loud voice that had never appeared until we lost our Dal.
A day of HUGE MERCI to my four-legged family. THEY are always there for me, even after they've crossed over.
On that note-I'm off on my road trip this afternoon and have decided NO BLOG between now and when I return on November 30. I don't know about you, but I need a rest. See you when we're back in New Orleans!