One Year After Losing Her...
I've been procrastinating. Not only in writing this post, but also in reflecting. This past August tenth marked one year since Brutter's death. I remember going to sleep that night wondering if my body somehow would relive the event. Waking up suddenly just as the sky was beginning to light up. The burst of adrenaline sending me to my feet running. The denial. The confusion. The desperation. The grief. Sending shockwaves through every part of my body. However, I woke up with ease just as every morning. It was around the same time, though, maybe a little later. At the time, we were in a patch of woods near Buffalo, New York. It was one of the first places I'd taken Brutter when she'd hopped her first few trains. It had been spring at that time. The may apples had just started popping up. The trees were still bare. I can recall her eagerness to explore the woods. Her nose constantly upturned, drinking in the new scents. Her tiny form scurrying up fallen trees. Her tail...