Moving out

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I have an ex -- an ex husband.

The divorce was inevitable, moving out part of the package. The hardest part was leaving Titan and Asha behind.

It made financial sense for me to move back to our first place -- a one bedroom with a loft townhouse. It made logical sense to leave the dogs where they were -- at the house with a 1400 square metre yard. Plus, there's a rule at our complex -- no dogs whose size is above the knee.

From the day he announced "we should get divorced' to the day I moved out, it was a whirlwind of activity. Decide who gets what, pack up my stuff, and get the townhouse ready for me to move in.

We had rented out the townhouse, and it was a mess. So for the most part of two months, I spent painting, cleaning (serious cleaning - I don't think either of the tenants had bothered to clean, ever), packing and general organising. And throw Christmas into that mix.

When I finally moved in, completely exhausted, and I got a moment to think, I realised that what I wanted the most was my dogs.

Even though I get to see them each Sunday when we go for a walk in the park, I miss them so, so much.

When I have a bad day, all I want to do is bury my face in Asha's fur -- she has a very distinctive and lovely (to me anyway) smell.

I miss cuddling with them. Sometimes, if I'm lucky I get to do this for a few minutes at the park. But it's not quite the same.

I miss Titan's little 'good morning' kisses on the nose. And I miss Asha's 'cute' face, which I never get to see at the park because she's always too hyper and these faces happen when she's in a more calm state.

I love my dogs with all my heart. And I think I started this blog as a way to re-live the memories and moments that I have with them. That way, I can feel close to them even though they are not right next to me.

I sign off this post with pictures of Asha's 'cute' faces...