Me and my Bunny – together we’re ready for whatever the new year brings!
Last year was a little troublesome for me – and Mum, I suppose. I had quite a few physical ailments, not to mention some psychological ones. We’re still deciding what to do about my leg. I am so much better now so maybe there’s no need for an operation. We will find out next week.
I hope this year will be easier for all of us. Someone asked me if I have any New Year’s resolution …
May’s comment: 2018 had been quite a year for us – he had lots of ailments. What does 2019 have in store for George?
We have a referral appointment next Tuesday at the Queen Mother Hospital for a MRI – to see what needs to be done for his “torn CCL.”
Despite everything that he had been through – including several near misses because of his anger management issues (he hates trucks and bikes and big dogs) – he’s just George.
Why am I writing this blog post at this time, you ask. Well, there was a moment during the Christmas holidays that I wanted to share.
There we were just the three of us in a log cabin on a farm for four days.
It was tight quarters where we stayed. As it was Christmas, there weren’t much going on. Whenever we heard a sound, we would look out the window – curious to see who might have invaded our territory. Otherwise, they both sat at my feet under the table when I was, of course, at the computer. Of course they shared my bed.
We did everything together.
Darcy was as usual, reliable and when we walked the farm, she was off lead and I never once had to worry about her running off or doing something naughty. Of course she wanted to but she knew I would not be happy.
George on the other hand was hardly off lead. Well, we did let him off on arrival thinking he wouldn’t be able to run past the fenced-in field. Who knew he would find the only badger hole in the fence?!?!?! He could not be trusted, I had decided.
He is a curious little guy. He gets excited about everything. He cannot help himself. He does not know danger. He loves BIG, he engages with everyone. For all those reasons, I have to protect him. Small as he is, he isn’t so easy to handle. When he gets angry, one really has to struggle to contain him.
Recently I’ve had several conversations with friends about having two dogs. Some of them have one and contemplating another, while others have two. We agreed it’s definitely harder having two to handle, especially when you are only one person. There have been times when I wonder if I had taken on too much, but what is too much? Extra insurance? Two leads, two hands? Him being sick in the middle of the night – every night for two months? Are they just inconveniences? Because now I cannot imagine life without George. As annoying as he can be at times and though he can easily be handed over to so many who would take him (temporarily) – every time I do, I feel like I have left a part of me behind. He has a piece of my heart. He is my responsibility.
But it was a moment during those quiet evenings when all the Christmassing was over. There was no need to pawn him off to someone else because I couldn’t manage two dogs during the Christmas rush. I looked up from the book I was reading and saw at the end of the bed, curled up in a tight ball, almost like a cat is that embodiment of a love that I have not yet come to terms with.
My heart erupted then – you know that funny feeling that seems to put butterflies in your stomach and the heart goes fluttering – like I used to feel when I was in love with some moron? I reached out and picked up that black bundle. He unravelled into this long body with four limbs.
I cradled him in my arms as he grunted and sighed. He laid in my arms, his eyes closed while I rubbed his hairy chest. When I stopped, his two front paws pawed the air, begging for more. And there we sat for awhile.
My head then knew what my heart already know that George is forever mine. He always had been from the moment we set eyes on each other that September four years ago.
Sometimes we love without realising we do. Because sometimes we love when it is convenient.
Grateful for the quiet moment when everything around us didn’t matter and it was just us three. I then owned that love that was always there.