Over the last 3 weeks, the normal sounds of our household has changed. With the death of our noisy Lab(the memoir to Lady still to come, sitting in the draft room)there has been a quietness that has brought a peaceful spirit with it. She was as you might say,"hot natured" and panted all the time. When she slept, most of the time she snored. When she gave herself a bath or drank out of the toilet it sounded like a misfiring Hoover vacuum cleaner. So most of the time she was making some sort of noise. The night she died, there was an eerie quiet unlike I've ever notice in my life. Humans may leave a mark on our life but pets leave a mark on our soul.
With the new quietness in our house, I've also heard a strange manly voice embark upon my ears. It makes me stop and wonder if we have company or not. That voice is the sound of my 15 year old, Jameson, going through puberty. Not only has he grown a foot in the last six months, he now can probably sing lower than me.
