She has acute separation anxiety and things have been hard for the last two or so months. We had three really good days and today was, well, not so good.
As I was cleaning up the things she did when I got home I had dreadful thoughts of dislike for her. I'm tired. All I want is for her to feel safe when I'm not here and to behave herself. That's not too much, right?
So there I am disliking her as she drinks fresh water I poured for her. Disliking her as she gobbles down her kibbles. Disliking her as she rolls around on the floor after she eats -- as she has for the last 14 years when her belly is full.
Then she ran over to me and sat at my feet, wagging her tail.
The dislike faded as quickly as it came over me.
"I love your soul," I said aloud to my little hound.
She didn't respond, but I know she feels the same.
3 comments:
Awwwww
I bet Saffy feels the same way :)
I love dogs. More than people. We went by the rescue place where we got Patrick today, and I thought I could score a "grief" dog. It was a Jack Russelly thing, with only one eye. I guess Scot didn't feel quite that badly for me, as he asked if I was out of my mind.
I'd love Saffy, too.
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