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I thought I had toughened up .. having been there as all my dearest people were lost excepting children, been through loss of many beloved pets, thought about loss and death more acceptingly, thought about present signs of loss of health in any one of my precious pups ... and felt ok, I can handle it. I've lost the most important people and pets in my life. What can happen further?
Yesterday's soft thigh-depth of snow landcover had frozen solid into a walkable marshmellow landscape overnight for the first time this winter. Within 10 minutes of being outside with me and Tal, Desta and Sasha ... Daisy was just gone. No response to my calls, no response to blasts on my Fox 40 which she never ignores.
I can't detail all the whistling, driving, calling, walking, calls to neighbours, searching, following footprints for the bulk of this day ... all to no avail. Stopped a Purolator delivery van to give description. A neighbour walked part of this search and posted online for me. I alerted the animal shelter in case someone had picked her up on the road.
I knew that Daisy may survive the daylight, but not the overnight here in winter.
It was as though she had been snatched into the air. But the footprints that led from the road, up over the ploughed snowbank and right to the river bank where the road met the river at the top of high falls, where the ice is not to be trusted - well this scared me. I don't think the pain of loss can ever be protected against. This stopped my heart.
The snowbank where the river met the road was my first destination then. I needed to know. I stopped by the house for snowshoes to get to the riverbank. I opened the door to leave for the search and there was Daisy on the porch.
Yesterday's soft thigh-depth of snow landcover had frozen solid into a walkable marshmellow landscape overnight for the first time this winter. Within 10 minutes of being outside with me and Tal, Desta and Sasha ... Daisy was just gone. No response to my calls, no response to blasts on my Fox 40 which she never ignores.
I can't detail all the whistling, driving, calling, walking, calls to neighbours, searching, following footprints for the bulk of this day ... all to no avail. Stopped a Purolator delivery van to give description. A neighbour walked part of this search and posted online for me. I alerted the animal shelter in case someone had picked her up on the road.
I knew that Daisy may survive the daylight, but not the overnight here in winter.
It was as though she had been snatched into the air. But the footprints that led from the road, up over the ploughed snowbank and right to the river bank where the road met the river at the top of high falls, where the ice is not to be trusted - well this scared me. I don't think the pain of loss can ever be protected against. This stopped my heart.
The snowbank where the river met the road was my first destination then. I needed to know. I stopped by the house for snowshoes to get to the riverbank. I opened the door to leave for the search and there was Daisy on the porch.
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At least there wasn't a bear on her trail.
