When I bring out my small suitcase I use for overnight conferences, my dogs all know I’m leaving. They know I’m going to shower them with love and treats after I load the car, but that’s not what’s important to them at the moment.
Boo Radley takes to the laundry room and sulks on his blanket by the window. (Later, my husband will text me with a photo of him staring down the driveway for my electric blue RAV-4, holding out hope I’ll be back before nightfall – – and he won’t come in until he’s picked up and brought inside). Ollie flattens out on the floor, chin to the ground and legs splayed parallel on both sides like an unstuffed animal in random places that make no sense.
But Fitz, my soul dog, gets clingy like a toddler suffering from severe separation anxiety. This baby actually whines, as if trying to convince me not to go.
“You’re leaving. I don’t want you to leave. Don’t go. Stay home.”
On these mornings when I settle in to try to write before I leave town, Fitz won’t stand for it. He gets between the computer and me and refuses to budge. This morning, he came clear over the coffee table between our chairs and wedged his way in between my keyboard and me.
I have to stop what I am doing to make time for my sweet boy, and remember that while he is a big part of my world, I’m his entire world. I have to reassure him again and again and again and again and again that I will be back. With yet another treat.
I look into his searching eyes that are begging me to change my mind. I tussle his ears and plant a kiss between his eyes.
“I’ve got to go out and earn a living, your Highness,” I remind him, “to take care of you three spoiled rotten Schnoodles who have become accustomed to all your treat expectations.”
This doesn’t humor him at all. It’s a very sad day here, and Fitz would like everyone to take a moment today to feel sorry for him. He’d like everyone reading this to please spend extra time with your dogs today, to give them treats and plenty of love, and to tell them that there are actual dogs out there whose people leave them for a day or two, and it’s just not right.
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Oh Fitz! I empathize with you. I have no doggy to miss me – but I did. Once upon a time I did, and I still miss him 40 years later!
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They are family – – I am sorry for your loss. They do stay with us for forever, don’t they?
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We don’t have dogs, but we do have two cats. They just look at us when we leave, watching our in-and-out-and-in-and-out the door process. When we return, they often pretend to ignore us. But then they hover closer, wanting the attention they missed while we were gone. At least your dogs let you know how they feel about your absence!
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Oh, Kim, this is so precious. I felt like I got to know all three sweeties a little more. Fitz “begging [you] to change [your] mind” is so amazing! I bought a bag of treats today for my sister’s dogs who visit. I feel like I’m slowly leaning toward dog-ownership. 🙂
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I don’t have any pets – but if I did, I’d hope to have them love me as much as yours do you! This is such a great & wise thought – “while he is a big part of my world, I’m his entire world.” Beautiful! Happy travels!
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Oh, the boundless love of dogs!! These creatures were given to us specifically to learn what unconditional love is. That poor Fitz, whining to keep his Mama close to him…!! I can see all three of these precious ones doing a happy dance when you return.
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