Because of Chuy's wiener dog heritage and their predisposal to spinal problems, I tend to try to prevent him from big leaps and jumps as much as I am able. He can jump up onto my high bed, but I prefer he not. I have little prospect of preventing him from jumping off at all hours, but at least I can minimize some wear and tear on his body by lifting him onto the bed whenever possible. This means that every night he has settled into the fussy pampering routine of me lifting him onto the bed.
Well, Miss Praline-- who has springs in her feet-- has decided that she also wants a little pampering, and now she has in the last month or so made me to understand that she expects to be ferried up to the bed in Mommy's loving arms, as well. I find the whole ritual to be adorable and heartwarming. The little habitual behaviours we have with our darling pets are among the most affirming and uplifting known to humans. I'm thankful for these little daily non-events that tell me I'm their person and how much they treasure me, as I treasure them.
All that said, dear friends lost a beloved pet this week, and I think they don't want attention and prefer to grieve in private. I respect that but want to say my heart aches for their loss.
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Losing a pet is horrid. Good wishes sent to your friends.
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It is amazing the things that dogs learn from each other when they live in close proximity. V1 couldn't open the screen door to get back into the house from the deck, that is until V2 showed her how.
5 years ago yesterday since the original Vinodog shuffled off this mortal coil...RIP Tess. Have great memories though :)
For me, losing a pet is like losing a close friend or family member. There are no words that console or reduce the sorrow.
Yep, pets are a 'lifeline' and it's hell when you lose one... and pets DO train you to take care of them :-)
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