The hole in the ground

Tuesday was a busy day. I put down insecticide, followed with the pre-emergent/fertilizer. I am trying to get a head start on the yard this year. Followed by a heavy watering. We usually have our yard sprayed, but decided that I would try to do it myself this year. Considering I haven't really been out and checked all the way around the house the past few months, I did a complete survey, just checking around, gathering up dead leaves, sticks, and branches. As I rounded the north corner of the house I stopped.

As many of you know, we lost a precious member of our family this Christmas. In a freak accident Turbo was taken from us early. But the good die young, right? Anyway, I had never buried anything before, much less a pet. I thought I had left enough dirt to make up for the air that would eventually go away and let the ground on top settle. Instead, there was a foot-and-a-half by two-foot square of sunken earth. It was kinda depressing. I subscribe to the out of sight out of mind kinda thinking. However, that doesn't change the fact that he is gone. That hole in the ground is sorta representative of the hole in our hearts left by Turbo's absence. It's healing, but it will still be there. It just needs time.