Kissing Bandit

It happened, for the first time, since last year.  I was reminded of a memory, a quick story that was about Partner and I laughed and it stayed funny and I marveled how my heart didn’t grow sad.  What a breath of air that was.  This happened while we were on vacation, two weeks ago.  I am disappointed now, that I can’t remember which story it was that was brought up, which made me laugh.  It doesn’t matter; really, it is just that it happened.  It is like a weight has been lifted since then.  I don’t want to fall into the cliché of worrying that I am forgetting him.  I’m not forgetting him.  I am healing, moving forward.  I don’t want to say, moving on, that sounds too much like I am leaving him behind.  I am taking him with me in the place we keep wonderful memories.  That place is full of funny stories and snap shots of him.  Fortunately now, stories I can think of and retell with joy and a happy heart.  What a relief it is. 

I have noticed that Benna is spending more time with me, at my feet or next to my chair.  It is the place or spot that Partner “left her” in his will.  It is nice to reach down and find an Aussie butt or head, right where one belongs, nestled in my fingers and putting kisses on my face.  She is becoming more of a kisser.  Partner’s nickname was the Kissing Bandit.  Benna is giving that a try, since she never wanted to lick much before.  I am so glad that she is, it is a habit that I like.  I know it isn’t for everyone.  I don’t enjoy it much from all dogs, but from my dogs, it is a pleasure.  I do have to wonder if she is hanging closer to me because she truly feels that that space has actually freed up for me as well.  I hope so, I want her there.  It’s been a little lonely. 

So anyway, did I ever tell you the story when Partner………………….………….. :smile.