In thinking of what I wanted to post this week, I got a sign... or rather a hair. So that's what this post is going to be about.
When Simon was alive, every season changing he would shed his coat.
In the spring into summer he would lose his heavy winter fur, and then
in the fall grow it back and lose all the finer "summer hairs". Now
Simon didn't have long hair, or a big furry, fluffy coat. It was more
like lets say long eyelashes. Some would fall and be almost the same as
an eyelash, while others had a harder point on one end, that end often
finding its way into the bottom of someone's bare foot.
You knew when you had a "Simon hair" in your foot, it felt like
walking on glass. And while thankfully in the few short months Simon has
been gone, our feet have all been spared. There still seems to be
little eyelash like hairs everywhere.
All bed sheets have been washed, same for clothes. Even the carpet
has been ran over with a vacuum a few times. Yet this little hairs still
make their way onto my clothes, my dinner plate, the shower, the newly
washed bed sheets, or the middle of the page of the book I just started
I'm not complaining, I love these little Simon reminders. And in the
beginning I tried collecting every spare one I found, ( I clipped hair
from his tail, as well as the vets shaving and clipping some for me to
save) But at this point all I need is a handful more, and I can make a
brand new dog.
Still covered in dog hair, Emmy