A young dog that I loved very much was killed in the road out front, shortly before Christmas. I assume she was hit by a car, because I found her in the ditch. I've been having a really difficult time dealing with this event. I sobbed my eyes out, we buried her, and the next day was the tragedy at Sandy Hook, Connecticut. Now there is something that is REALLY sad. And indeed, it truly was.
And soon it was Christmas, with company coming and presents to wrap. Not to mention we are in the middle of a possible sale of our house, and buying another. All of this wrapped into a big package called Busy, Busy, Busy and no time to grieve poor Jessie.
So I find myself in a new year, 2013, swiping tears from my eyes at odd moments, and sobbing my eyes out in the dark of night. And I realized I need to write about this dog, who gave me so much joy and pleasure, and whom I loved deeply and fully.
So I've been writing. Trying to document every moment that I lived with this goofy, fun-loving, affectionate dog. Will I publish it? Will it become part of another novel someday? Who knows?
But at this point, writing is helping me find my way through my grief over the loss of my Jessie. Do we have another dog? You betcha. We have a ten-year-old lab mix, who is the Best Dog in the World. We are bringing him in the house and treating him like gold now, because he is.
But writing about Jessie is helping me not only deal with my sadness over her loss, but I feel like it's honoring her memory.
Have any of you found that writing is a way to deal with pain or grief? Let me know.
Oh, and Happy New Year! I'm looking forward to big changes in 2013, and wishing the best for everyone.
Hug your dog for me. And your kids.