“When I first met you, I never realised how much you would end up meaning to me.”
Eight years ago today I scampered past the front door and into our flat – fresh from leaving my doggy mum to meeting my hooman Mum.
Well, Mum wasn’t completely overjoyed to meet me. She kept me behind a puppy gate in the kitchen because she was afraid I would destroy things in her flat. Well, I did chew on one Ugg boot and gutted all my toys. I annoyed her when I didn’t walk properly on the leash. She didn’t like me waking her up in the early mornings when I needed to go to the toilet.
Then one day someone took me away. I didn’t look back when I left because I didn’t know I wouldn’t be seeing Mum for awhile. To be exact – for two weeks. Then one day, the person I was staying with took me back to that place I had thought was my home. I was at the front door when I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Mum! But something has changed. She took my leash from the other person and she picked me up and hugged me.
It was a good thing that we were apart because they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. From that point on, we became – “just the two of us.”
She couldn’t get enough of me. She wanted me on her bed. She wanted me to sit by her feet when she was working. She took me with her everywhere.
She said she had separation anxiety.
Mum, I would be happy anywhere in the world as long as I am with you. I needn’t travel far – I just needed to be by your side. But you needed me. And I happily obliged.
So Mum, this day eight years ago was the first day of the rest of my life. I left my doggy mum to a life with you. It took you a bit of time but you quickly then became a “Dog Mum.”
May’s comment: “When I first met you, I never realised how much you would end up meaning to me.”
Our meeting wasn’t love at first sight. I was overwhelmed. I got Darcy for all the wrong reasons – to please another and possibly fill a gap at that time of my life.
We didn’t get off to a good start because she interrupted my daily routine. She didn’t do what I wanted her to do. I was overwhelmed with the responsibility and my loss of independence. Yup, I considered giving her away.
I needed a break. I left her and went away so I could have space to make a decision on what to do when I returned. But the funny thing was, I found myself thinking about Darcy every waking moment the two weeks I wanted to be alone. I spoke about her to everyone I met. I had fallen in love – in a way I didn’t know how.
So eight years on, we have travelled along life’s journey. We’ve had conversations.
We’ve had quiet moments.
We followed dreams …
And she taught me and gave me so much … the best of it was opening up my closed heart. Happy Gotcha Day, Darcy. What would I be without you and George.
This is #mentalhealthweek – and acknowledging the power of pets. Darcy teaches me to look beyond myself, my own fears, my own worries to focus on another. When she is with me, I stop fretting about me.