I'm sitting in the Denver airport right now, waiting for my plane to Madison, WI, for the Bone Cancer Dogs reunion. This trip started out the same as usual, getting things together and packing the day before, ironing clothes at the last minute, up relatively late with little sleep. Out of bed at 4:30 and driving to the airport, I didn't have the time or wit to think about where I'm going.
Not until we were approaching Denver did I think about all of this. My initial reaction, upon seeing snow on the ground over the mountains as we made our approach over the mountains, was that I forgot the appropriate shoes for walking around and in inclement weather. Oh well, my walking shoes, while not attractive, will do. Then I got around to the real stuff. Susan W. was on my plane. That reminded me that she knows Louanne, who bought a painting from her. Louanne is the veterinarian's tech. She helped take care of Rondo and was there when he died. Now the tears are forming in my eyes. That's one of the reasons I'm on my way to Madison-- to pay tribute to my boy, and meet the people who supported me during and after the battle. How's that for a connection? Does that mean anything?
I am questioning myself. I decided to do this way back in May, when I was still raw from Rondo's death. I do want to meet everyone, but now I'm wondering if I'm extending my grief by making this trip. Suddenly the feeling of commitment to the Bone Cancer Dogs group is waivering. Should I move on--enjoying Caprice and Canon and leaving the tears behind? I don't know the answer to that question yet. I have to wait, but I also have to be in this moment, this reunion. Maybe the answers are here.
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