Athena’s last camping trip in December 2018. She did a very good job of eating all the ashes and making sure no food was left on the ground.
I don’t know how many blog posts I’ve started and then deleted or just never finished over the past few weeks. Five? Ten? I feel like there’s so much, but also nothing, to write about.
It’s been nearly a month since Athena died, and life goes on. That sounds so trite, but it’s true.
PCSing is never easy, and this time around it’s been particularly brutal. But we’re focusing on the good and moving forward. There will always be an Athena-shaped hole in my heart and we will keep her memory alive through photos and stories. We take the challenges as they come, and continue to try to live our best lives. That’s the way it works, right?
Athena at the vet’s office in Muscat in September 2019, getting her pre-flight bloodwork done
So I’m focusing on one of our best friends coming to visit in less than three weeks (!), the adventures to come, the joyful four-year old running around collecting bugs, the cool evening breeze, my loving husband, the life we’re building for ourselves in Windhoek, our supportive family and friends, and the glass of wine in my hand.
Shit happens. Really terrible, heart-breaking shit. But you just keep going. You don’t have a choice.
Digging herself a nice sand hole to lie down in at Shatti by the embassy on Christmas Eve 2018
According to Athena 