Sometimes, I didn't know the backstory. Pet sitting involves being in the moment and going forward.
Interviews did not include a background check into the circumstances which brought the animal companions into the family. Sometimes, general conversations led to the family pet(s) history, but it was, generally, the exception.
Those of us who seek to continue relationships with loved ones who have died will understand this. Those of us who are fatalistic and unbelieving will not.
Interviews did not include a background check into the circumstances which brought the animal companions into the family. Sometimes, general conversations led to the family pet(s) history, but it was, generally, the exception.
Those of us who seek to continue relationships with loved ones who have died will understand this. Those of us who are fatalistic and unbelieving will not.
Once
you have clearly defined which category you are in, read with an open heart…
Thanksgiving
calls us to the family table. The family table may have sprouted leaves of its
own in different cities and over the state lines from where we sat as children.
This is certainly what happened here.
My
friends traveled across state lines (many state lines) to reunite with mother
and sister for a traditional dinner. The
number seated around the bounty this year was two less than last year. Her brother in law passed just a year ago and
my friend’s father has been gone more than two.
The
week didn’t start well as stated in an e mail to me. Mother and sister were tense, the air was
tense and the holiday shopping hadn’t even occurred to the sister who was
hosting the dinner. A promise had been
made by her husband, at the table last year, that they would take their turn in
the new home in which the family had not seen.
Mother
who is aging was in a snit and felt a cough coming on the morning of
Thanksgiving. She would be just fine if
they would make up a plate of left overs and bring it to her later. This sent the sister into a tirade and hurt
feelings were evident. My friend was
directly in the path of both sides and couldn’t seem to reason with either
one. Don’t know how dinner turned out.
Haven’t asked…
Well,
sometime during that precarious day of planning, a trip to the cemetery was
scheduled. Flowers had been ordered and
received and my friend, husband and sister drove to the small country church
and family cemetery somewhere in the back woods of the great state of
Louisiana.
Let
me interrupt a moment. My reply to the
previous e mail had been thoughtful and helpful and I told my friend that she
should speak to her Dad and she would hear his answer. She had been feeling that he was calling
mother home and was deeply saddened at the eventuality.
Now
all three were tasked to placing the floral arrangement just so on the
headstone and my friend was just kneeling and from her side view glanced at the
presence of a little yellow dog. He came
directly to her, circumventing the other two and sat and looked at her. Upon a
closer look, he was obviously hungry and had a flea problem, but his eyes were
shiny bright and his tail wouldn’t stop wagging.
An
announcement to the husband and sister came without hesitation: “Looks like he’s coming home with us!” she
said. She hadn’t even considered that he
belonged to someone.
Hasty
decisions were made. Frantic calls were placed to the mother’s veterinarian
just 15 minutes from closing. It took them 5 minutes to get there. The dog was
weighed, dewormed, treated for fleas and released to the custody his new mom
and dad.
A
collar was purchased and follow up meds were tucked into her purse.
And
three plus one got back into the car and drove to mother’s house for an introduction. The dog was maybe a year and ½ old, 19 pounds
and quite possibly a Corgi mix. At least
the “mix” part was right!
He
didn’t have a name and yet, it was obvious.
He had been gifted to her by her dad in the Wimberly family cemetery.
Wimberly
is coming home soon and I can’t WAIT to meet him.
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