sweet, sweet girl battling digestive issues ever close to me
Jernee was having a bad day yesterday. The poor girl has a history of hemorrhagic gastroenteritis, so her belly had been acting up from the early morning hours until a little after 1:45 pm. I am so happy she’s feeling much better now.
We are both aging bones creaking, sight deteriorating finding ourselves slower than we once were.
I look at the brown globes for eyes looking back at me and remember how I felt the first day I lifted her to my face, nose full of puppy scent, she saved me.
I crawled outside of myself and into her heart — we’ve managed to keep each other alive for nearly thirteen years and as much as I’d like it to be, another thirteen will not occur.
My safe harbor, my boss *my wife, my everything that’s perfect and whole . . . sadness breaks away from the edges of my spirit when she lends me kisses and I feel freer.
I let those professionals within my organization shoot my body up with the first dose of their cure-all and could barely use my left arm for three days she knew . . . she understood . . . she did not expect more from me.
We’re “takin’ it to the streets” now that the sun’s decided to shake a leg with us and the pep in her step gives false hope for a decade more of her love.
I am taking what I can get, I’d be a fool to let go of this love, even when she’s gone, she’ll still be here with me.
I have grown in love because of her and because of her, I’ll give this love to someone, anyone else who may need it.
*My mom calls Jernee my “wife” at times. She typically says it like so, “You better get on back home before your wife gets mad at you.”
Rainy, dreary day dog rests sweetly in her bed nosunshine for us
Peace and blessings, beautiful people. Here’s hoping all of you will have a loving, safe, and blissful day. May the new year protect you and gift you with what you need and want. 2021, let’s hope it’ll remind us of hope.
Pet owners: I’m pretty sure you have your very own thirty things and we’d probably swap stories and laugh hysterically about the ways of our non-human friends/family. Feel free to share a few in the comments if you want to.
Human . . . I expect dinner promptly at 5:30 pm, there should be no deviation from this plan.
That place that you go to every day in the morning and come back much later in the day, what shall I call it?
While you were gone, I ate the crumbs on the floor you thought you brushed “off” the counter and into the cleaning cloth.
Remember that one time you asked me if I liked the new grain-free food you bought me?! Do you recall my reaction, how I dove into the bowl as if I’d not eaten before? Well, I faked it.
There’s this thing that rings loudly while you’re away. How can we make that not happen?
Every time Nana visits, she sits in my favorite spot on the couch. I don’t like that.
Why does she have to visit us anyway? Don’t you visit her enough now?
I think you should warn me about bath-time, preferably a week in advance. I need time to evade this entire process.
I’m not religious. You know that, right? God or mercy or hallelujah should never be in our discussions. I’m just sayin’.
What’s this thing about “voting” I keep hearing on the radio? Is this something you’re going to do?
If you are, will they pay you for it? I need more treats. Prioritize. Monetize this vote thing. Treats are important.
Okay. You’ve seen Shrek 378 times already. That’s enough.
The same goes for Finding Nemo.
Auntie hasn’t been here in a while, neither has Nala. Did I do something? Did YOU do something? It’s always you. Yes, let’s go with that. Did you do something, human?
You like to tell me not to drool on the couch, but please recognize how that’s not working out for you. Do I tell you not to drool on your pillows?
Crushed ice is my favorite snack. More crushed ice, please.
It’s been a while since we’ve had a daddy or another mommy around. What’s the holdup, human?
I mean, I’m trying to gather all the attention I can. Are you keeping this from happening?
The Vet . . . That’s one place I’d like not to go to anymore.
If there’s any way we can make that happen, I’ll be happy about it. Tell them I’m good — we shouldn’t have to pay for pre and post-excellence. Let’s face it, I’m both. Save your money.
Think of the treats.
When you say things to me and you think I don’t understand what you’re saying, I’ve news for you, I do. I’m just ignoring you.
Do we have new neighbors? I hear strange noises while you’re away.
What’s with the burning of all the candles? And the sage?
It’s been 5 minutes since you rubbed my belly or scratched behind my ears. Let’s change that.
I’m not eating my food because I noticed yours smells much better.
Yes, that’s right . . . Pick up my poop! Good human.
No, I don’t like this taking pictures of me all the time thing. Stop it.
When you take my collar off, it’s like you’re removing a piece of me. My identity shifts. How’d you like to have your identity shifted?
NO, I WILL NOT STOP BARKING AT THE NEIGHBOR’S DOG! I’M PROTECTING US!
Bonus: I really do love you. That, I’m not faking.