He’s been gone for 24 hours now and it feels like forever. In the early morning stillness of my bedroom, I think I hear the gentle rise and fall of his breath. I reach out my hand to him and suddenly I’m wide awake when I realize he’s not there.
I later find myself in the living room looking for him and am somewhat surprised to find that he isn’t dozing on the sofa in his favorite pose – flat on his back, legs in the air.
And when I lift the car keys from their usual place to drive out, it’s bizarre that their telltale rattle isn’t accompanied by the sudden scurry of paws across the wooden floor, a movement that in dog-speak would translate with the lines: “Great , we’re going out again. Where do we go now?”
Yes, I’m home alone for a few days without Dudley my dog. “Home alone? Is that all?” i hear you say Yes, that’s all. Dudley isn’t ill – or worse.
He just went to the kennel for a few days and that’s when the separation anxiety hit – my anxiety, I mean.
Dudley is probably having fun. I keep telling myself that, but the “probably” word is the problem.
It’s a bit of an experiment, therefore, and a kind of first, as it’s the only time in his four years that Dudley has gone to what I can only describe as a ‘normal’ kennel.
So far we’ve been lucky. When I have had to leave him for work or vacations, he has either stayed with friends or in kennels where the dogs all stay indoors – sort of Disney for dogs.
However, when I travel to Greece any time soon, this arrangement is not possible, hence the current experiment to see how Dudley fares.
This time he’s staying in a safe and comfortable barn that has several separate kennels and although he has plenty of space and also a great outdoor area where he can romp around with the other dogs, well I feel like I’ve abandoned him . Worse, I have a picture in my head of him lying in his cage wondering where I am and if he will ever see me again.
“Pull yourself together,” I hear you say, and yes, you’re probably right. But when your dog is your constant companion, that’s easier said than done.
How come dogs come into our lives and take over our hearts? And that we become as dependent on them as they are on us?
It’s called love – their unconditional love for us coupled with our own love for these extraordinary creatures that make our lives more complete.
The synchronicity of master and dog has something very special and makes them a real beauty.
Dudley will be at my house in the morning. Pick up time is 10am and I’m counting down the hours. Mind you, I would say I’m not the only one looking forward to going home.
Em, excuse all the news, Mr Kennel’s boss – no more ping, ping, ping for a while. Relax, you have a full two weeks off before I fly to Greece.
https://www.independent.ie/opinion/comment/im-pining-for-my-dog-and-i-havent-even-gone-away-yet-41970575.html I miss my dog and haven’t even walked away