It’s a good thing this weekend I am going away. A timely change in routine in view of the recent heartache. Unfortunately hubby is not coming along as this trip with my high school girlfriends was actually planned ages ago.
I hope being away—albeit a short one—will heal the broken heart to be at peace and accepting with life and the daily routine. Death really grips the heart and we must learn to overcome this or forever be sad or even burdened.
The past few days, the home front felt different and odd. Not used to it. The coming home and being home routines are unfamiliar without official pet number one around. The empty nest is now emptier.
No more sight of him waiting for us, no more insistent barks during our dinner time, no more demands to share our fruits or more of his snacks, no more snores or unabashed farts to break the silence, no more presence. In short, no more routines that we are used to. Sniffle…
Rooney was certainly a family member and a very vocal one, not just a pet like the fish or the tortoise, visible but silent.
Sad as it is, this is inevitable. We should be positive and look at the bright side; he lived a good and happy life – giving us many wonderful memories, annoying moments included.
He was a month and a day short of his 12th birthday, far longer than the eight to ten years typical for bull dogs. He will be dearly missed… Sniffle…
Remember Pancake? I wrote about it on 16th June and how it became a pet (of M2).
The hubby recently told me he switched Pancake’s place at the front of the house with Waffle. Waffle is also another conifer tree but no one’s pet in particular.
Unbeknownst to M2 of the switch, she has been petting and giving love to the wrong (pet) tree until he told her…
It’s okay I guess, Waffle needs some love too.
Can you tell who’s who flanking the entrance?
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