Sometimes I think we don’t truly realize the impact our dogs have on our lives until they’re no longer physically here with us. Not that we take them for granted per sé while they are here. We certainly don’t mean to at least.
For instance, once Callie was house trained, she was allowed to sleep wherever she wanted to. She would start out on the bed, next to my feet, and end up in the bathroom on the linoleum floor. But if she had to go to the bathroom while I was asleep, she would come back in the bedroom and lick my nose until I woke up and then just look into my eyes until I got up and took her outside. Unless she was sick – then she was a bit more “urgent” about it – but she still did her best to wait.
Now that she’s gone, I find myself on the verge of tears every morning because she’s not sitting there with her chin on the edge of the bed willing me to wake up. But life goes on.
From the time Shadow joined our little family, Callie took it upon herself to be doggie mama, protector, playmate, and best friend. They were inseparable. And I knew they would always keep each other company when we were away from home. They were almost always snuggled up close to each other – or standing side-by-side at the front door – waiting for us to come home.
Now poor Shadow always has a sad, lonely look in her eyes when we have to leave without her. And my heart breaks all over again. Ducky is still too possessive of toys – and too easily bored without them – to trust her outside of her crate while we’re gone. So, we try to keep Shadow’s alone time to a minimum. At least when we’re playing with her – or loving on her – she is happily wagging that beautiful floofy tail and smiling.
At the vet, Callie and Shadow were almost always each other’s “moral support”. Callie was always happy to see people, no matter who they were. It never seemed to phase her to be poked and prodded. She loved Dr. Steve and he loved her. Shadow seemed to come out of her shell at the vet’s office when Callie was there with her. Now she hides in the corner most of the time. But Doc loves her, too; and she will eventually go to him for a kiss and a treat. Maybe some day she’ll forget about her anxieties and not play hard to get? Until then, life goes on.
Last but not least. Ducky used to pester the bejeepers out of Callie to get her to play. She would try to “hump” Callie on every part of her body, especially her upper legs. It was hysterical at times. And Callie would just tolerate it most of the time. Or, she’d get up and move to a different spot. Or, she’d give in and play for a few minutes.
The other night I caught Ducky trying to hump Shadow. Shadow just ignored her and laid down on one of the dog beds. Life goes on.
My sweet Callie is on Guardian Angel duty for a while. I asked her to watch over a friend’s dog while she was in surgery. And to keep watching over her for as long as necessary. She still watches over us, too. I miss her every waking moment; but I find comfort in knowing her spirit is always with me.