In the Wars
Last night I missed her terribly. I was surprised just how much I talk to her - I noticed because I kept starting to say something and of course she wasn't there! I'm also really aware of her in a spatial sense - I know it sounds strange, but I'm really conscious of where she 'is' in the house. Last night I found myself looking for her as I passed her usual haunts. I felt a real emptiness.
So pleased she's back. She's still not her bright happy self, but she's much improved from where she was on Saturday morning.
Labels: Mil
4 Comments:
oh, I hope she gets well soon. I had to give up my beautiful 9 y.o. German Shepherd 12 months ago, and I still have days where I look for her around the house. They definitely become a strong presence in the family, don't they?
Hope Mil is feeling better soon! Poor thing.
Susan, Sorry to hear that Mil is unwell - dogs become part of the family so quickly and you worry about them as though they were children. When we lost our very elderly little foxie, it was years before I stopped hearing her collar jingling around the house. And when my parents died, we inherited their old border collie - she quickly became "one of us" and for many months after she died, I'd come home after work and expect her to come out to greet me.
I hope Mil continues to improve.
So sorry to hear she's been ill, but great that she's on the mend. I have a friend who owned two blue heelers- a father and son, who were great dogs.
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