Our house has been heavy-hearted this week. We’re struggling with the adjustment of one less family member – I still find myself looking and listening for him every day. Ella doesn’t really grasp the situation. She knows Porter isn’t coming back, but the only death she’s dealt with so far are the flowers we replace weekly in a small vase in her room. And in a way, it’s been a good thing. The girls need us to keep to a routine – and they still want to laugh and have fun. When Ella talks about Porter, it’s to tell us how much she loved chasing him, trying to grab him around his neck and “give him a doggy-pile.” The smile on her face is full of joy – no sadness.
The day we said goodbye to our puppy, I was reluctant to come home. I didn’t want to be in our house, which seemed so empty now. But we did go home, and we got to work cleaning out our laundry room, where we stored all of Porter’s things. I was feeling pretty numb, not wanting to think about what we were doing, when Ella came in and discovered all the styrofoam we’d pulled out of the box that stored our new chest freezer.
I can only assume that she was practicing her Feats of Strength – after all, Festivus is only 7 short months away.
The giggling that ensued was much welcomed and much needed.