Darcy would be pleased if this was really true. 😉
The Tykes were so amused at me being in a backpack! Of course Little Tyke had to try carrying me – just as they were about to get into the car, leaving for the airport.Mini Tyke didn’t think it was “fair” that she couldn’t carry me but I’m still a little too heavy for her.
It was a special treat for me to go with them to the airport. They both wanted me to sit on their laps.I happily obliged. Darcy would have come too if it was manageable. But there were just too many pieces of luggage and two Tykes to manage.
On our way home, I was thankful that I was in a backpack, as there was a deluge as we got off the bus. We ran into LOMAX for shelter.We sat and looked out the window at the falling rain. There was thunder and even lightning. Boy! It sure was raining hard, wasn’t it, Mummy?Mummy, is it also raining inside your heart? I can hear the tear drops.
May’s comment: With a wave, they were on their way home. You would think that after seven goodbyes, one gets used to it. That’s what I said confidently at that time. But once back at the house, the emptiness and the quietness of the rooms were deafening. I looked at the wall of summer camp artwork blu-tacked on the wall. They brought back a rush of memories of the week we were together – busy morning routines getting them washed, fed and out of the house for camp, and then the pick-up. So many excited conversations, the laughter plus the constant picking up after them – I remember well.
After today my life will return to “normal” and it will soon be filled with other things – a new interior project starts next week, must keep on writing, and more dog friendly restaurants to visit and more doggy adventures. I had put a hold on them while they were here for the two months – they were my “summer”. It was full, very full. But tonight, the void is large. Sometimes “family” can be annoying but when they are not around, you miss them.
The truth is, saying goodbye never gets any easier no matter how many times you’ve said it. With little lives, they grow so fast and before you know it, they are on their own journey. And I wish I could be a part of their growing. But loving Sasha was always a lesson in letting go.
So I was really glad I had George in a Ruffit backpack. Besides the practical reasons of having free hands to help with the luggage and one never know which airport terminal officer is on duty that allow dogs or no dogs inside, he was there to distract me from dwelling on the departure. The somewhat longish tube ride home on a rainy day was interrupted constantly by other passengers saying how adorable he looked and how happy he was in the rucksack.My little doggies. What would I do without them?