It's The Not Knowing That Hurts

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A friend of mine once said…

I think God put me with my husband so I can balance his pessimism with my optimism…

What a wonderful way to look at relationships…symbiotic…build your partner up with your special strengths and they do the same for you…

And so it is…that man of mine…in the dumps a bit…a heavy step…shoulders slumped…and not gonna lie…just a little bit irritable…

He’s dead…came his words…two weeks since seeing our Pumpkin…him darting out the door after that fateful day at the vet’s…

Assumed he was at the barn with his friends…eating cat food on the barn lady’s porch…but no…she hasn’t seen him either…

And so we are sad…a crying-fit-of-a-dam-pressing-behind-the eyes-waiting-to-burst kind of sad…a make-a-post-in-our-local-town-chat kind of sad…

Because honestly…it’s the not knowing that hurts…and makes us scared…so one of us walks the neighborhood several times a day…looking for clues…looking for answers…

The other doing his part calling out…Take the binoculars…because deep in his heart…he’s hoping there’s an orange spot on the hill somewhere…that’s more than just a clump of clay…

And those binoculars…if she can figure out how to use them…just might save the day…
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And that wife of his…agrees…