i picked her up by myself - something i wanted to do, just she and i, driving again toward home. I bought pink gerbera daisies as a celebration of her life and into her box i placed the pawprints of last year and some clippings of her fur i'd put into an envelope before letting her go. i will make a bag to place the bag of ashes in - something maggie would like, nothing fancy; i will handstitch it, it will be small. but time still hangs heavy, as they say, and the time spent tending to her is time in which i wander about.
this will ease, i know, and i will stop talking about her, but not always; she is a part of me and i will remember and there will be good days and days that are not so good. i still feel i have nothing to say unless it is about maggie - that will change, i know, but for a bit i may be gone from here, or i may post only pictures, or who knows? maybe tomorrow i will find different words.
i am lonely for her,
and i give lily extra kisses when i arrive at work.