When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was a month ago, but still does, and will respond when one of us howls back at her.
We have entire conversations with her and have no idea what we’re talking about, so at some point, she becomes disgusted with us, turns her head away, and saunters in the direction of her food bowl.
Usually, she’s got something to say about having just come in from the patio, or to remind us about food time.
Food time has expanded from once a day to once in the morning, and then again 12 hours later. But she wants more so she can drown her sorrows over her lost companion of ten years.
I understand. I’d probably want to do the same thing.
I’ve thought a little of getting a kitten, but don’t have the energy to make a decision like that right now. Kittens are like babies. They need so much attention, it’s not fair to not be able to provide it, and right now, I can’t provide it.
Besides, I don’t think the oldsters would appreciate the intrusion in their lives.
But maybe soon…
It could help that hitch in the doggo’s giddy-up and mend The Yack Star’s broken heart.
