As I’m assembling items for the holiday gift guide, it occurred to me that I am going to have to get a Christmas stocking for Brody. I always have stockings for my pets- and with 4 pets plus 4 people, we pretty much took up the entire mantel.
On the heels of yesterday’s post, it kind of sucker punched me yet again to think of what is going to happen when I open the box with all my pet stockings and stocking holders. Of the 4, I will have to pull three out. Three that I have lovingly hung and stuffed with treats for 6 years, 7 years, nine years. Putting one aside is hard enough, but this is going to really stink. And I have no idea what to do with them- reusing one for Brody is out of the question.
I don’t want to keep them or put them up as some sort of morbid reminder of what I lost, yet the thought of just throwing them out won’t work either. I guess I could keep them and make myself cry every year when I open the storage box (my husband is not a fan of this option) or at least until I can get over it and toss them. This is a tough one.