Today is March 3. Twelve months ago today Rocky had recovered from his amputation and was resting after having his first round of chemo a few days earlier. I was full of hope. Eleven months ago today was April 3, a Monday. Rocky was doing great and I was contemplating physical therapy for him. Ten months ago today was May 3, a Wednesday. And Rocky got groomed for the second time post-amputation. Nine months ago today … you get the point.
Well, today is March 3. Six months since Sept. 3. And six months since Rocky went to the Bridge. It feels like it was just 10 minutes ago his back leg went out on him. Yet, somehow, it also feels like 10 years ago. Time can be just as illogical as cancer.
A lot has changed. There’s a new dog patrolling Rocky’s back yard now. And Baxter isn’t as forgiving about squirrels and rabbits invading as Rocky was. But a lot has remained unchanged. The love for my dog being chief among those things.