Saturday, May 16, 2009

The Neighbor's Dog


One of those things you do as a favor, hoping that you'll have it returned when necessary.

Until you have the borrowed dog so often it feels like you're getting your own dog back after a brief stay with someone down the street.

Which leads to affection for that dog. You take her camping when her master is out out of town. You take her hiking. You buy her the good food because she loves it so much.

Her master is a fixture in your house, with her as his shadow. Sometimes she wanders over all by herself. You feed her. The good food. Because she loves it so much.

She's blind. Deaf. And somewhere north of 14 years old. The time will come. You dread it.

Her master will be devastated. So will you.

R.I.P., Kelty.


Sherry Wright said...

I'm so sorry Jennifer, sending many ((hugs)) to you & your family. What a beautiful girl she was!

Tara R. said...

I'm sorry for your loss. Our black Lab is pushing 14 and she looks a lot like Kelly. I know exactly how you are feeling.

CSquaredPlus3 said...

Darn. I'm sorry.

BusyDad said...

RIP, girl. I'm sure she lived a very full life. Hiking AND the good food? A pooch couldn't ask for much more than that.

Antor Biswas said...

Awwww, what a cutie! I've never known a dog who doesn't wolf down anything food-related at the drop of a hat. He's clearly a very discerning gentleman!

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