May 02 Heart of Gold and Fur
Living with a dog will bring you heartache.
It will cause you great distress when your carpet is soiled by the accidents of a puppy and later by an elderly fellow. Your ears will cringe from the barking at invading squirrels on the patio and your nose will be poisoned by the gases excreted while you are watching Game of Thrones late at night. Picking up poop in a little blue bag and coaxing pills down your furry champion’s throat is not the highlight of your social media reel. The inconveniences come on a regular basis.
But your heart will break not from these transgressions. It breaks from your own shortcomings.
Because this soul loves you forever and unconditionally, even when you mess up. You’ve shooed him away because he did not arrive with a gasmask to filter his silent but deadlies. He always comes back. You will lose your temper when he has an accident in the house or scratches up your favorite leather chair. He will be sorry for his misunderstanding about the rules. You will cringe in embarrassment when he consumes three pairs of your visiting guest’s undies. He’d offer to pay the guest back but he’s a bit low on funds. You’ll reprehend him again when you see the pastel panty evidence in the blue poo bag. He’ll forget why you’re mad. You’ve reminded him of every one of his failings. And he’s just loved you along the way.
We lost our sweet boy Ollie this month. That’s all I can say about it. Because not getting to live with that remarkable dog anymore has left me heartbroken.