It’s Quiet Around Here

January 13th, 2010

I miss my dog. The woman who is taking care of him is head over heels for him and spoils him rotten - he gained 3 pounds in his first few months at her house. I know he is happy and well taken care of and fitting in nicely. But man do I miss having the little furball on my lap. This is the first time ever in my life I have lived without a pet in the house. I definitely don’t miss the extra cleaning and the fur all over my clothes, but just having them around made it feel like a happy home. Colin and I have no official plans, but it seems we’ll be together for the foreseeable future, and I’m wondering what I’m going to do with my pangs of longing for a pet. Perhaps he’d agree to one of those hideous hairless cats or something - but it would be a battle. What do you do with someone who grew up in a household that considered animals unclean and unfit to live in your house, when you’ve never been without? Somehow I think a goldfish just isn’t going to cut it for me.

Dealing with my guilt over visiting Merlin is another matter… at first it was great to see him but now it’s getting harder and harder to have to leave him behind. But not visiting at all doesn’t sound appealing, either. I imagine this is what it feels like to try to remain friends with an ex you’re not quite over. Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

Ah well. I’m going to visit him tomorrow and maybe I won’t be feeling so melancholy then.