She fed me early and left. Lots of people were in the house, but not him. Where are they? It scares me when I can’t keep an eye on them. She was jumpy like something was chasing her. She’s been like that for days. Where is he?
I want her to take me for a long walk in the woods. He doesn’t go for many walks now. He doesn’t play with me. When I bounce in front of him and wag my tail, he turns away. When the wood stove is hot, he lies next to it and uses me for a pillow. This makes me quiet and sleepy. I love being needed.
Death is not scary. Sometimes it’s a huge relief. Peace. Breathe out. Let the suffering go. It’s okay. How can I tell her it’s okay? All I can do is keep an eye on her.
I hope they don’t forget me. They haven’t so far. She’ll be back. She’ll talk to me in a squeaky voice and feed me. Or maybe Cindy will come with my friend Sky. Cindy’s voice is full of bubbles and promises. I’ll jump in the backseat of her car with Sky, and she’ll drive us to their house with a huge backyard and a big cookie jar.
I’m lonely without my people. While I wait, I snooze and listen. Chickadees, cardinals, and rabbits keep me company. I heard a kestrel cry overhead and a car drove by on the road. It wasn’t her.
I’m patient. I’ve had to be the last few years. When they’re gone a long time, he comes home with that strange smell and quiet voice. Sometimes I stay with Cindy and don’t know when they’re coming back. A few days ago, Mom came home and he wasn’t with her. Where will I sleep tonight?
What’s that? I hear her car in the driveway. The door shuts. She walks around the side of the house, quiet and slow. He isn’t with her. I decide against my Labrador wiggle.
“Hi, Daisy Girl,” she says as she squats next to me, pulls me close, and scratches my ears. I lean into her and sigh.
“It’s just you and me now, Daisy Girl,” she whispers. “Let’s go for a walk before it gets dark.”
Daisy died in the spring of 2012. She was my companion in grief after Vic’s death in 2008. For another post about Daisy, see Goodbye My Miss Daisy. Has a pet helped you in times of sorrow? I’m glad to know about Tara, a grief therapy dog at Schoedinger Funeral Services in Columbus, Ohio. If you’re grieving the loss of a pet, find support and inspiration at Marty Tousley’s Grief Healing resources.