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When Grief Is the Purpose: September 14, 2016

I usually open my posts with a cheery greeting. Today, though, I want to take this time to honor our Corki-dog, who died peacefully in the backyard early Sunday afternoon. He was a big part of our family, and of the childrens’ growing up. He wasn’t especially loud or obtrusive, but he had a presence that’s keenly missed by all of us.

Grief changes things, and that’s reflected in this update. Not as much got done toward these goals – but grief and adjustment take time and energy, and that’s where much of my focus was, this session.

Do you have a special memory of a furfriend, past or present, to share?

Corki-dog in his prime, 2013. So handsome! And such a mama's boy!
Corki-dog in his prime, 2013. So handsome! And such a mama’s boy!

There was some writing, this session, so there are snippets to share (standard disclaimer applies : I don’t own them; I don’t profit from them)

#WHJ:

  • No other heart fuels your life, Trip. Your heart is valuable beyond measure, to me.” She finished on a soft sob, and he pulled her in closer, and her pain was right there, as though she’d said it aloud. I thought I would never again have the right to hear it, and be certain that you live.

Day 11:

  • She was going to stand there at that memorial, and let both their worlds know that she was Elizabeth T’Les Tucker’s mama. And then, she was going to fall apart. He’d known her long enough and well enough now to know that she was barely hanging on. She was going to lose her grip – and he was determined to get her somewhere away from prying eyes and reporters and questions before that happened.

Day 12:

  • Is that a threat, Commander Tucker?” Jon looked like he was spoiling for a fight.

Day 13:

  • How could Trip call himself a gentleman when he’d so obviously taken advantage of an extremely vulnerable woman? T’Pol was the strongest, most determined, most capable person Jon had ever known. She didn’t need Trip; he had to have planted that idea in her mind. He ignored the niggling whisper that said Trip wouldn’t do something like that, that he respected himself and T’Pol way too much to use her. If he listened to that voice, he was going to have to accept that this really might be something T’Pol needed – and then he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Writing:

  • The IDIC Romance: Finish the Word-High July stories for “Mutually Acceptable”. Secondary goal. 275 new words; story 30/31 in progress.

Plotting:

  • #STaD: Complete the rough sketches for 36 new September stories/chapters/scenes. Develop more detailed plan for each story as its turn comes. Priority goal. Worked on 14/35.

Social Media:

  • Blog/Website Transition: Set and keep regular weekly posting schedule (ROW/#STaD/ 3 other posts weekly?); add relevant content to pages. Aim for soft website reveal at end of month. Primary goal. #STaD stalled at 5/31; ROW80 update and #8sunday posted.
  • ROW80: Keep updates and sponsor duties up-to-date; check Facebook page every Thursday and Monday. Secondary goal. Slowly got to the ROW80 linky list. Didn’t make it to the page yet this week; was late for Thursday’s.
  • Maintain a rational rhythm for visiting other hop participants. Tertiary goal. Managed the ROW80 visits; that’s all.
  • Maintain email Inbox below 99 messages; answer blog comments at least three times weekly; Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and fanfiction.net comments twice weekly. Side goal. Kept email down most of the session. Not into other social media; needed some quiet time.

Hometending:

  • Beautification: Do the 27 Thing Fling in study, family room, and porch at least thrice a week each room, and in other areas, indoors and out, at least ten times weekly (can include laundry and dishes.) Secondary goal. 5/10 general. Low energy session.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Primary goal. Movies; conversation; Minecraft club and shopping.

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Secondary goal. Write-in; Minecraft club. Plans in the works for an October mother-daughter trip to the Schuyler Mansion and Not Back to School pizza party.

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly, in person and online; participate actively in critique group; do reviews as requested and available. Tertiary goal.

Selftending:

  • Write in Abundance and #onegoodcup journals, and meditate for at least eight minutes five times each week. Primary goal. Journals: 3/5; Meditation: 1/5.

  • Get a cumulative total of at least 60 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly, 75 minutes thrice weekly. Secondary goal. 60: 2/5; 75: 1/3.

Leaps of Faith:

  • Continue helping my Accomplice in his job search. Primary goal. Polished and printed a thank you note for Monday’s interview.

Kait Nolan’s ROW80  –

The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have a Life!

ROW Along or Cheer Us On!

Last portrait of a Very Good Dog, and his Girl. Suh a dignified old gentleman he was.
Last portrait of a Very Good Dog, and his Girl. Suh a dignified old gentleman he was.

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

17 thoughts on “When Grief Is the Purpose: September 14, 2016

    1. It isn’t easy, every moment, but it does help that we’ve been busy and more outwardly-oriented. If we were just home, we’d keep missing him in his favorite places…but, even so, it’s going to take a while.

      What you said is so true. We will remember him, and carry him forward with us, in our hearts.

  1. Major hugs. I grew up with a black lab named Sam. She was infinitely patient with five rambunctious kids and when she was gone I missed her terribly. These days, I have a cat who is my constant companion, yet I am acutely aware of her age and health problems and often wonder how much time she has left.

    It’s sad that our animal companions have so few years in this world, but good we get to spend that time with them. It’s a reminder, I suppose, to be present and enjoy the time we have with them.

  2. More hugs, Shan Jeniah! So sorry for your loss. I have many wonderful memories of our beagle, Angel. Her favorite things were treats and long walks with lots of stuff to sniff. She was a true beagle, through and through, and a gentle soul. I still miss her. Take care of yourself and your family as you recover from Corki’s passing.

    1. Beagles and their noses! =)

      Corki was very true to his pit bull nature. He lived to please and be near us, but especially me. He took it upon himself to help raise the kids, and, when they were younger, he kept them within his sight as much as possible. He was just always quietly here, and it’s easy to imagine he still is.

      I grieve with you for your Angel.

  3. I’m so sorry for your loss. There’s not much more painful than losing a faithful furry friend. We lost our two cockers within a month of each other ten years ago and I still miss them. Of course, Dino the Wonder Dog has been a more than noble replacement. I do not know what I will do when he crosses the rainbow bridge.

    Hugs to you at this time of sadness.

    1. We’ve decided to be a dogless family for a while, although Lise would like to have a black standard poodle, and that may eventually happen. But since the kids and I travel occasionally, and that was always hard for Corki, it seems like a good thing to spare another dog that separation.

      For myself, I’d have another pit bull or other “bully” breed again in a heartbeat, if I were looking to get a dog. Corki was just about the perfect blend of loyal, people-pleasing, nearby-but-not-intrusive. He was a goofy puppy who grew into a dog with a dignified look but a definite silly streak, too.

      I’m glad you have Dino, and hugs are gratefully if belatedly accepted. =)

  4. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. Our landlord passed away Monday morning. We were very fond of him and miss his cheerful but quiet presence. May they rest in peace. Take care and hugs from over the pond.

    1. I’m so sorry to hear about your landlord. Many hugs to you, my friend!

      I still keep thinking I see the Corki-dog in his favorite places, or hear something I can’t immediately place, and think it’s him.

  5. I’m so sorry you had to say goodbye to Corki-dog, but glad for the love you all shared. We’ve lost 3 of our combined pack of 5. My Jesse Boy was with me through the hardest years of my life. I will never forget him. His pawprint hangs on our wall with Oreo and Beep.

    1. We are very grateful for the nine and a half years of love we had with our boy. He was one of a kind, and he fit us. He helped to raise “his kids”, and if anyone had told him he was adopted and not really related to me, he wouldn’t have believed it for a second. He was a perfect family dog, and yet, I was “his” person. I’m sure I’ll never stop missing his quiet presence.

      I grieve with you for your losses, too. ❤

  6. I’m sorry for your loss. Pets are important members of our families. I’m rather attached to my black cat. My daughter is in love with our dog. We’ve had both for years and I dread the day when one passes. Mourning takes time.

    1. We have a formerly feral tortoiseshell cat who adopted me, my daughter’s half-grown kitten, and the Immortal Guinea Pig (she’s about 8!). So we’re not without companion animals – but Corki is deeply missed. He was just a very good, sweet dog with lots of character and charm.

      It really does take time. I hope you don’t need to mourn either of your furfriends anytime soon.

  7. So sorry for your loss. We had to put my dog, Shadow, down a few years ago. She’d been doing really poorly, not keeping on any weight even though she was eating and we think she may have been going blind and deaf. Then, we think she had a stroke. She was probably 14 at least. But, I remember when I got her. I was seventeen, and my mom and stepdad brought her home from the humane society. It was like from the moment we met eyes, we belonged to each other. She followed me everywhere(how she got her name). It didn’t matter where I was, she had to be right there. Which at times, could be frustrating. There are still times when I almost think I have to avoid tripping over her.

    Looks like you still made some progress. And I love the snippets!

    1. I’m sorry you lost your Shadow, Fallon. Corki was like that with me – it’s a definite pit bull thing to want to be right with their people. When I came home from anywhere, I could expect him to come lean on me and moan about how I had gone away and left him behind.

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