Sharing grief, loss and moving on to cleaner drawers

I was thinking about the advice I give to one of my best friends, Ruth about cleaning her house. She is in her 80's and having a hard time just thinking about going through her stuff and getting rid of things. I always tell her, start with ONE drawer. Clean one drawer and it will start an avalanche. Well, while cooking my French Onion Soup today, I started cleaning out that ONE drawer. The drawer in your kitchen that collects everything. Ours has been out of control for a few months now. I emptied it, threw away, started over. It felt good. 

BTW, my French Onion soup turned out GREAT. The smashed sweet potatoes were a minute or two under the broiler too long. A little burnt around the edges, but tasted good. My cooking confidence might be returning.

My friend Robin, called me that her ex-partner called to tell her their dog Monkey was dying of mouth cancer and had a couple of days to live. I ask, how does a dog that has been fed organic food all of her life, have mouth cancer? But Monkey isn't the only precious pup passing away, there are many in the blog-universe. Pixie acts like a puppy zooming around, but she is having such a hard time eating. I am trying so many foods to get her interested. I watch her breath at night and think, is this the night?

And it started me thinking about dying in general. Pets are so close to us, so much like children. I mean losing my Scooter and Pebbles was NOT like losing David but the same daily pain follows. I look out from the back porch where David laid dead in the grass for a couple of hours and suffer. I was sharing with Mason when lost Pebbles the other day, and I suffer. Death is death. We love, we lose, we suffer. Death is a part of life and must be accepted in that manner. I guess, the hard part is being the one to be left to remember. If only for a while. Thank you, Angie for sharing!