I call this phase the new normal. I called it that when my dad passed away, and somehow, this new normal is more difficult to get underway. I did see Gida every day for years.
Partly because of an intense fear of becoming a hoarder and partly because I’m a little twitchy at home in general, I purged Gida’s drawer in the kitchen. We always laughed about how she had “stuff.” Not as much as stuff as we did, but these were very much Gida’s earthly belongings. If she had a will, she would responsibly will these things to appropriate parties. Now sit there and amuse yourself (I certainly did) thinking of her doing just that. Now, who should the bee go to? How about the hedgehog?
We kept some of the stuff (a few toys, collars, a leash, a crate, her bowls) in anticipation of future family members. We’ll donate some of the other stuff (food, a different crate, other leashes, her bed) to the SF SPCA soon. We tossed some embarrassingly old medication. We kept her tags—I put them on a pink ribbon and hung them from a picture frame, which holds a version of the engagement photo above. We’ll probably keep one of her little t-shirts, as it had a Boston terrier friend (who has also gone to the Rainbow Bridge) screenprinted on the front.
Which brings me to a question: For those who’ve gone down this road, what did you keep, what did you donate, and why?
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