The battery in one of my smoke detectors faded so it started
to chirp. Thankfully this was at 9 pm instead of 4 am. Yeah, you know how that
goes. The chirping really doesn’t wake you up. But it totally freaks out the
dog. So I replaced the batteries and the chirping stopped.
Bob is still a little bit freaked. Unsettled.
He’s staying close, and I reach down to nuzzle his muzzle.
And I realize that I’m a little bit freaked too. How much we
are connected, how much he needs me. And how much I need him to need me.
It’s been kinda weird lately – so many people ask how old
Bob is. They think he’s a puppy, because his big paws look like something he
needs to grow into. But he’s almost six.
That’s like serious middle age for a dog.
And recently, so many of my friends who are dog parents have
had to deal with the thing you sign up for when you bring a dog into your life.
My heart breaks for them. I’ve been there. And will be again.
Shit. He’s six. I’m starting to hear the chirping. I know we
still have several years together. But I also know where this is ultimately
gonna end up.
Bob, oh gosh, I’m just not sure the pain is worth it. But, here
we are. So I guess we decided it is.
Good Lesson. Thanks Bob.
