On May 24, 2019, I received a notification that it was my tenth anniversary with WordPress.
But, hold on.
I have not been blogging for ten years. I’ve been blogging for seven and a half years.
So, why did I get a ten year anniversary notification?
Soon after I opened this blog account, a beloved family member got sick and died. At that time, blogging was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t care about anything anymore, and writing went out the window. The only words that popped out of me were poems about my grief. I opened this blog account and left it dormant for 2 1/2 years.
I won’t be around the internet this weekend to acknowledge this, so I’m doing it now. This coming Sunday, it will be the ten year anniversary of the loss of this amazing dog. I don’t want it to be ten years. It’s too far away from the last time I saw him. I keep wishing I had a new photo of him, but alas, memory making ended on June 9th, 2009.
Piezon (Italian spelling Paesano, loosely translated to “friend”) brought us back to life when we had no family or friends after we moved away. We even got him involved in an athletic activity called, flyball, which we called our Little League.
(Note: The brief video does not portray Piezon, but it’s an example of the dog teams racing at a flyball tournment. Piezon was good at it. I’d love for you to check it out. It’s under a minute.).
The WordPress notification reminded me it’s been ten long years without him. As I posted last year, I hate that my memories of him have faded.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll never forget him. But, I wish I could remember clearly what it was like to have him beside me. Sometimes I need to compare Piezon and Max so I can decipher between their personalities and remember Piezon. He was always . . . and I mean always, happy. He couldn’t sit still, and that’s why we enrolled him in flyball. Max has subtle moods, and can relax like a Basset Hound.
Despite those fading memories, the love I feel when I think of Piezon has not diminished in the least. To continue to feel that love means he lives on, I just can’t see him. I sure do miss his joy, though.
Piezon had such a huge impact on my life, and I like to set aside time to remember him every year on the date of his loss. This is a big anniversary number, so thank you for reading.