A New Start With A New Tree

Today my new tree was planted and I cleaned up the garden some. It looks a whole lot better. I did nothing since I gave Big Sammy, my Golden Retriever away in June, and the trumpet vines ate mostly everything, the small trees died, and I had my big Weeping Willow pulled out in August. But I never went back there. I left the dog shit and the dead birds there. Somehow the dog shit disappeared. I won't ask why or how. I guess maybe I've accepted losing Sammy. He used to basically tear up the house when he was left alone but I loved him. Moon the kitten loved him too. I took him all the way out to Lancaster to the Golden Retriever Rescue and he was adopted in four days despite his appetite for chairs, pillows, rugs and doors. I took three months of his Paxil prescription, his pillows with their clean pillow cases, his bones, toys, a giant bag of his high-end food, and his pictures frolicking with his darling kitten. I think I took more stuff but I can't remember; my mind was too fogged by grief and ativan. Plus I was lost and hysterical. I always forget when I'm taking on way more than I can do, hoping I'll do it anyway, only to have to give it up so sadly in the end.