So…. my cat died on Sunday. I know not everyone sees pets in the same way, but this is beyond devastating to me. When our over-religious neighbors showed up on our doorstep to tell me they had found my cat and he had”passed away” probably ranks up there with the worst moments in my life, and I’m being TOTALLY honest. I guess he was feeling brave and decided to use the dog door, an unlikely scenario I had nonetheless prepared for. Our backyard is a FORTRESS. I made sure of it. How he got out will probably remain a mystery, unfortunately.
Tres was with me before Pool Boy. Before Donovan. Before this new house, before Chicago…. Tres was my ally for years and years and years.
The dog basically belongs to David, despite my best efforts at bribery. (How many walks and Milk Bones does it take to win the loyalty of a freaking Cocker Spaniel???) For whatever reason, the kid does too recently. Donovan will be all wrapped around his daddy and I’ll ask “Can I have a hug, buddy?” and he’ll say “no! no! no!!!” not in a defiant way, but more in a “please for the love of God don’t hurt me!!” type way. He looks terrified of me! And I’m the really patient/cuddly one!
But Tres was always on my side. When Donovan would wake up in the middle of the night, Pool Boy and the dog would sleep through it, but Tres and I would get up. He’d meow at me when I got up and follow me to go tend to Donovan. Those times are the most sad now. Times when I used to have my buddy and now I’m alone.
On the “bright side”, if there is one, Tres was a “special needs cat” and I gave him a very good home. I realized years ago that people don’t tend to adopt the animals with deformities or injuries (Tres was missing a leg, hence the name. Uno, Dos, Tres.) It’s silly really that people care SO much about the appearance of their pets. The “special needs” pets are the sweetest, in my experience. I haven’t owned a “normal” animal since my teenage years.
With that said, we’d been planning to get another dog for a while. Ironically, I recognized how completely devistated we would one day be when Franny (our current dog) died, and I knew we wouldn’t have the heart to get another one after she passed, so I wanted to get one now even though Franny’s still pretty young. I can never be without a pet!
Since I’m sort of left all alone now, the odd man out from the Pool Boy-Baby-Dog club, I’ve decided that I’M going to get a dog now. Nothing could ever replace sweet Tres, but it’s just so lonely recently.
Then a friend of mine called – their rescue has a one-eyed Cocker Spaniel. She looks JUST like the dog we have, only she’s missing her left eye. We still have a few hurdles to cross – how will she get along with the Cocker spaniel we already have? How will she deal with Donovan? She’s coming over to meet us tomorrow. I really hope things work out…
The rescue said she’s just the sweetest dog in the world, but she’s fallen victim to “black dog” syndrome. For whatever reason, black dogs tend to get overlooked at adopt-a-pet’s. Especially one-eyed black dogs. I’m an emotional mess, and I’m falling a little bit in love with her just looking at her picture. She looks like she needs me as much as I need her.
However, if all goes well and we adopt her and she also decides that Pool Boy is the only human in the house worth knowing, I’ll REALLY be upset. I plan to keep him completely away from her for at least the first month. MY DOG, DAMMIT!
Wish me luck, everyone.