25 hours and countin'
I haven't even been gone for 48 hours yet, but I'm thinking about her. At least three times a day. Wondering what she's doing, hoping she's comfy and not to worried about anything. I've mentioned her at least once a day to others who understand my affection and can relate to my missing her so terribly even with scenery as breathtaking as the sights around me.
She's in the back of my mind. Big hazel eyes boring a hole into my head with total adoration. A head beneath a fleece throw, able to hear the slightest crinkle of a food wrapper a million miles away.
I will get home tomorrow night, just 25 hours from now. She will hop gingerly on her front legs; the rear legs are too stiff to play along. She'll lick her chops in anticipation, beckoning me to let down the baby gate so she can race around the carpet, smell my luggage and then proceed to lick every inch of my skin she can find. And then she'll follow me from room to room, to ensure I don't stray. She'll lay outside of the bathroom door, waiting for me to come of out the shower. She'll watch me without fail until I tell her to get into her bed. I'll cover her with her favorite blanket, and kiss the top of the her furry soft head. I'll whisper goodnight. She'll yawn in my face and burrow deeper under the covers. I'll go to sleep while she does the same.
People ask me why I pamper her. It's because for over nine years, she has pampered me. For all her days of vigilance, comedy, entertainment and mischief...it is the very least I could do.
Much as I love San Diego...I can't wait to return to my Mecca.
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What a beautiful post....I'm sitting here trying to swallow the big lump in my throat. (I'm a sucker for anything pertaining to animals....and just generally a sap).
I can't wait for you to come home and reunite with your sweet girl.
Face of a killer, my eye! I'm sure she could be ferocious if she had to, but seems like it'd be a stretch for her!
I'm like you - when I'm gone from my dogs, I worry about them. I'm always afraid they think I'm never coming back, or that they'll be stuck at the kennel until the end of time. And when I get home, for days they won't let me out of their sight, lest I should leave them again.
I hope you and Mecca have a wonderful reunion! :)
What a lovely tribute to your 4-legged pal. I feel the same way about our dog - a lot of people are quite scornful of our devotion but they don't understand how much these beautiful animals give and give, and then give some more. I also can relate to the bionic hearing when it comes to the crinkle of a food wrapper!!