Poopy Grief

My sadness over Harlow comes at weird times. Sometimes it’s funny.

I went out to mow the lawn the other night. My mower is battery operated. I took the cover off the mower and noticed dog poop on the wheels of the mower. I do not miss accidentally mowing through stinky, hot, dog poop, or picking up said poop, but I giggled at the fact that seeing my dearly departed dog’s poop on the wheels of my mower made me emotional.

I rolled the mower over to the grass and remembered that Harlow was alive the last time I mowed it. By mowing this grass I will be removing any grass she touched last. I began to cry, turned on the mower, and got started.

For about thirty feet. At which point the battery died and the mower shut itself off.

I wiped my eyes, parked the mower and laughed to myself, thinking Oh well! I’ll have to mow that grass another time!