My dog is as faithful a dog as any I've ever seen. If I'm asleep she's right there sleeping, if not at my side, at my back, then at least in the same room, over on the futon or on the floor. Somewhere!
Today I woke up from a nap, looked on the bed and she wasn't there. On the futon, on the floor, no dog. I called a few times. No dog. My first thought is she's locked in a room by accident, or, worse, she's dead. Maybe sick and dying. Maybe actually dead.
Again, this is a constant companion. She's nowhere except nearby. Like right now, as I type this, she's less than five feet away.
I went downstairs, fearing the worst, and there was a mess. The garbage was strewn all over the kitchen. I'm sure the cat knocked it over, since this is what he's known for. But the dog had been busy picking through it. I cook microwave bacon with lots of paper towels, and these were chewed up, in smaller pieces, strewn about. She had doubtless been enjoying the bacon grease taste of all this garbage.
I wasn't mad, since I'm never mad at her. I want her to have the best life every second. But she looked like she knew there was something wrong with the whole scene. She went in the other room and was on the couch, not right there at my side.
Actual ... sinning.
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My Pets Live
Everyday I suspect my pets are going to die. But somehow they keep living.
The cats are going to be 14 this summer. The dog will be 10. The dog's in better shape than the cats, but the cats don't seem terrible. Sometimes I have to help one of the cats get up on a particular thing, where he eats. And he doesn't seem to go upstairs as much as he used to. They're moving slower and acting like their young days are past.
The dog is closer to me, like a constant physical presence. So it's easy to see she's always alive. The cats have their own privacy issues -- I suppose I could say it that way -- so there's pronounced gaps between the times I saw them last and the times I see them next.
If they lie still too long, I'm thinking they're dead.
One of these days it's got to happen. It'll be sad when they die -- which will likely be one only and not together -- but it's not going to be unexpected.
The cats are going to be 14 this summer. The dog will be 10. The dog's in better shape than the cats, but the cats don't seem terrible. Sometimes I have to help one of the cats get up on a particular thing, where he eats. And he doesn't seem to go upstairs as much as he used to. They're moving slower and acting like their young days are past.
The dog is closer to me, like a constant physical presence. So it's easy to see she's always alive. The cats have their own privacy issues -- I suppose I could say it that way -- so there's pronounced gaps between the times I saw them last and the times I see them next.
If they lie still too long, I'm thinking they're dead.
One of these days it's got to happen. It'll be sad when they die -- which will likely be one only and not together -- but it's not going to be unexpected.
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