My little guy, RIP (last year), would often go a little crazy but he made sure I knew how much he loved me.
He’d rearrange the pillows and stuff on the bed behind me to find a comfortable spot.
As Nully said, Lord, please make me the man my dog thinks I am. I was reflecting on that about 8 hours ago.
I don’t think I could ever live up to the respect my little guy had for me. Had a couple like that. I miss them almost as much as I miss my parents.
Hrafi and I have a weird codependency thing.
Neither of us can bear to be away from the other.
Even if I just go to the kitchen, he howls like a pack wolves until I come back.
When I have to go to the store, he sleeps mostly but when I turn west to come home, somehow he knows and ramps up the mournful howls until I get home.
Then we have the insanely happy “pack reunion”.
I worry to death how he will handle the overnight stay, even if it’s just for one night.
I packed his “luggage” with a crate pad, a throw blanket I’ve been intentionally imbuing with my smell and will send along one of his favorite toys.
I tried to get the hospital to let me hook up a RING camera to their network so I could watch him all night but they said no.
It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that I will go camp out in their parking lot all night.
If I slip in after midnight, it’s just the vet techs in there.
/once sat for 7 hours watching clinic while my Ibizan Djinni was being spayed.
Just to really make things worse, my 17 [18?] year old rescue Podengo Gypsy is on her way out.
I cannot face an empty room.
:(