The Bustle in a House the Morning After Death

"The bustle in a house the morning after deathis solemnest of industries enacted upon earth.The sweeping up the heart, and putting love awaywe shall not want to use again Until eternity."That's Emily Dickinson. It describes just how it feels for us today. Sick as he was, our nice old Abraham died quietly at the veterinarian's last night. First he and I sat for a long time in my car before the appointment, just looking out at the house and yard he knew so well, then we drove over and he waited so patiently for the shot that would end his pain.They don’t ever know, do they, how much delight they bring us?  Here are the neighbor's tulips, lashing the April breeze. We looked at these a long time too.