Here's a picture of my author familiars. They slept like this, beside me, all the time. Occasionally, they'd raise a lid when I'd read a passage of my WIP out loud which always made me take a second look at how it was parsed.
The blue is Murphy. He's our rescue guy. He has PTSD and anxiety issues and he barks at everything now that we've lost our red girl, Ciine* (Coon-yea) last month. Birds, bunnies, leaves, cars, hummingbirds at the feeders, butterflies... He's still not over her loss. Neither are we. But we're getting there.
This is how I'll remember Ciine. Pensive. Quiet. Just loving life.
Loaner Cat refused to share the limelight and would not sit still for a photo knowing she'd not be featured.
*Ciine is Romanian for dog. Yes, Thing One has a great sense of humor. Sometimes...
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Our bond with fur-babies is well known, but the bond they have with each other, is deeper than many of us realize. When our (Golden) Harley passed, little (mini wiener) Hitch wandered room to room looking for his buddy. So did we. Still do actually.
The roll of a PTSD canine LOUDLY protecting us from a blowing leaf dancing across the yard, to a housefly, to the UPS driver, is well known in our family.
That we are lucky to have had loving furry companions in our lives does not lessen the heartbreak of their departure.
Condolences.
Adorable photo of Murphy and Ciine tangled up together on the couch.
Vacuuming boatloads of hair, cleaning up blobs of puke, replacing chewed shoes, and so on and so on isn't the hard part. The hard part is saying goodbye, and loving them reveals the best of who we are.
That shot perfectly illustrates the phrase "tangle of limbs." Simply wonderful! Cline looks like she was dreaming of the perfect full-pike triple back twist off the 10 meter platform at the Good Dog Games. And Murphy is practicing the backstroke!
I'm so sorry to hear Cline departed, but I can picture her curled up on the big dog bed in the sky, having a peaceful snooze.
Ah, what sweet pups. Hope that Murphy (and his 2-legged family) finds peace with Ciine's passing.
2NNs, Melanie Sue, Claire, Lennon
You brought tears to my bleary eyes.
(I apologize for deleting consecutive posts: Typing with tear-blurred vision leads to mistakes)
Strange that I chose today and this post to check up on you. Lost my baby a few weeks ago, 160lb French Mastiff. Not sure I'm ever going to get over it.
Thank you all for your kind words for our Ciine. And Murphy. He's still not himself and it's been almost two months, but he's getting better. As are we.
I'm sorry for all the losses expressed today. We're so happy to rescue them and most often, it's not until they're gone that we realize they rescued us just as much. Or more.
Long ago, in a Galaxy far away, I was a dog person. The last two I had were both inherited from people close to us. When they passed on it was like a double whammy. I still bear the bruises.
Some cats and others came to my rescue. I am still not sure I could handle another dog yet. Maybe tomorrow, but I doubt it.
I have met some spectacular Dobies. I don't know much about the blue or red ones, though. Florida is not a good place for them, they tend to develop skin problems down here.
I only saw my daddy cry twice. Once at a funeral for a man who befriended him and Momma when they were young "and didn't have a pot to piss in." The other was when Spotty,our beautiful dalmation, died.
Craig, our red had fur so thick, you couldn't part it enough to see her skin. Our blue is naked. Almost. The blue and fawn have terrible alopecia. The dark spots on him in that picture is where he has hair, the lighter, bald. But we love him.
Look at that bundle of paws!
So sorry about your loss with Ciine. I very much understand not being over it <3
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