My new house wouldn’t be ready for a month or two and my present house had closed. I had many offers and decided to stay with my youngest sister. She would take me and my animals, bless her heart. Shortly after the COWS left, I crammed my jeep with precious items: my husband’s ashes, my 140 pound dog, two snarling cats, my best scissors, my sharpest knife, important papers and far too many clothes. I gave my birds to my daughter, (it was bad enough traveling with the animals I had.) I went from room to room saying goodbye to the memories. I cried in the den where I held my dying husband in my arms. Somehow I knew that this was the right thing to do for me.
I drove away, feeling a little bit like a gypsy. It was a little scary but also freeing to be leaving everything behind me. It was a four hour journey with a couple of dog stops and I felt the beginning heartbeat of a new adventure.