Because Pinot drank the water out of the tree stand, we had always hung the ornaments two feet up from the bottom branches.
Because she loved that sweet pine water, we also had to fill the tree bowl every day with fresh water.
This year, we hung our ornaments on the bottom branches (I had a big cry). And we keep forgetting to refill the tree stand (and every time James goes to do it, I cry a little more).
I always stood arms’ length away from people who actively missed their pets, wondering about their deal. Just get over it! It’s just a pet.
And like so much in this world, I see that I was so, so wrong in those assumptions.
My favorite part of this sneaky grief? All the ornaments that we hung on the bottom branches fell off and broke this weekend. This gives me comfort, imagining her spirit still sneaking around. She would do that kind of thing.