I can't believe it's been so long since I wrote.. but life gets busy and well...meh.
Since last I made an entry there have been some pretty big changes in life. When I embarked on this country adventure I was well aware that my prince charming had two dogs. I accepted them and cared for them and grew to love them.
Pooh was Lynny's princess, she was a lovey chow mix, he brought her home as a puppy and loved her unconditionally. She and I got along very well. She grudgingly accepted me as long as I brushed her and gave her pizza crusts regularly.
Tigger was Lynny's rescue puppy. He rescued him from neighbors who were mistreating him. Poor little Tigger ended up with some emotional issues as a result. He was always afraid there wouldn't be enough food or cuddles... so we made sure to give him lots and lots of both. He ended up being very loving.
My cat, Boo never really got close to the dogs, though he and Pooh had a kind of silent understanding.. he would allow Pooh to sniff at him..and he would endure the injustice. Tigger liked to chase him.. until he couldn't move so well anymore.
Over the past months... we've lost all three. Tigger's health had been declining slowly over the past year, when it got to the point that he couldn't move anymore... It was time. Lynny was up north and was devastated that he couldn't be there for him, but I made sure he felt loved and protected up until the end.
Pooh wandered around the house seemingly lost for a few months, but I think her heart was broken. Tigger had been her constant companion for the past 10 years.. she was lonely and her health too became bad. Lynny was home and he noticed how she had deteriorated since last he saw her... He decided it was time. He held her the whole time... broke my heart.
Just two weeks ago I gave Boo a bath(yeah..I know but sometimes even cats need one) I had given him many over his 8 years. I used the same products I always used... he was pissed off at me, just like he always was after a bath. He was sunning himself in front of the living room window then he made a weird sound and tore off across the living room...leaving me and Lynny stunned.. he bonked his head on the coffee table, fell over into a seizure and died. It was over in 2 minutes. I was in shock...we tried to revive him. but it was no use.
And now... its just me and Lynny. The house is very quiet without all the little paws. Lynny is on a jobsite and for the first time in 30 years... I have no children, ex husbands, pets or boyfriends to care for. For the first time in a long time.... I have only myself to care for.
I know there will probably come a day when we will maybe rescue another dog... maybe two. I cant do it yet. I have 3 pieces of my heart missing now and it still hurts a lot. I need this time to just take care of me...and learn how to be in solitude.
