Last April, I was working on a post about the greenhouse when two short days later, we lost our Leo. It has taken me a while to write this and feel like myself again. I felt like it was my fault because that Saturday morning instead of keeping to our normal routine I lounged around in bed looking at Instagram for an extra half hour. That is when Leo got into some trouble. It rained the night before and he went looking for a drink and ended up ingesting some antifreeze from under someone’s car. We tried to save him and took him to an emergency animal hospital but it was too late. It broke my heart.
For a while, it was hard going into the back garden, my studio, and the greenhouse. Dino saved all of my little seedlings. He carried them back into the house and our dining room transformed into a greenhouse. He and Lydia were both so good to me, watering my plants, taking long walks and drives in the country almost daily. I spent a lot of time at our cabin. I dug a pond there…only God knows how I did it because we have at least a million rocks. It was good doing something hard and productive that kept my mind occupied. I prayed a lot and slept a little. We all know that we are not in control of our life, but when something really sad happens you realize just how much. It is one thing telling someone to give it to God and another thing to really have to do it.
Please don’t be sad for me when reading this, Leo had a purpose. He chose us and loved us. Not only did he bring me so much joy with his funny and sweet personality, but Leo also showed me deep down where my true faith is, and I am so thankful for it.
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