No Way Out . . .25 Days

No Way Out . . .25 Days

15 June 2013



It’s been 25 days since the Bun, Mr. Sunny Sunny Bun Bun, passed away in my arms at the Park City Animal Clinic.


For 25 days, I haven’t written.


The Bun was little dog that left a really big empty hole. 

Now, no one barks to be fed.  No one barks to be picked up and set on the sofa.


The Bun had a demanding little voice that seemed to scream, “Me, me, me and more, more, more.” 


I made a book on iPhoto for the Bun, baked BUNdt cakes, and hosted a Bon Voyage Bun party with balloons attached to quotes. 


Inside me is unspeakable sadness. 


Sitting with my neighbor, her two dogs, and my three, she said, “Without the Bun, it’s like we don’t have any dogs.”


In the last 25 days, I’ve seen others mourn the Bun.  Sweet little Ernesto came over the night he died and cried.  Christie helped me cut out quotes to attach to balloons for the Bun’s memorial.  And, almost daily, people post on his Facebook page.


I realize that grief is personal.


Saying “goodbye” is a process. 


And, there’s no way out, but through.Image

About Julie Hooker

I'm a teacher, writer, and editor. In addition, I'm an animal rescuer, yogi, and friend.
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1 Response to No Way Out . . .25 Days

  1. JustI says:

    Thinking of you…


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