Pets

Seriously, quickest way to get past the grief.

Lost my son to Oxycontin, wife got two dogs who filled the hole.
They were from the same litter.
They both died, within 18 months of each other.

Wife says . . . no more dogs, we are too old.
But who bought their food, fed them, who walked them, who cleaned up after them, who took them to the vet when needed? (Not her)
Some solace in the thought they outlived their litter mates, some comfort in the thought I gave them the best life possible.

Hole in my heart for my son, my two dogs.
The holes are always there, and they will resurface. Recede, then flood back.

Tempted to visit the local pound and adopt a middle aged dog.
And thrive in the need to be needed.

One day . . .