In the past, Springtime represented new beginnings to me. It’s different now. The loss of my sweet Chihuahua Loki changed me forever. I’m not the eternal optimist I used to be. Instead, I see signs in everything and the signs can be negative or positive. If they are negative, they don’t defeat me as they used to do when I was younger. They do add weight to my shoulders; however, that weight is wisdom.
Someone or something one loves can be gone in an instant. I’m learning to appreciate the little things once again. To be honest, those momentary glimpses of happiness don’t last long. Nevertheless, I keep telling myself at least they exist.