Sitting here with a dog
I’m sitting here with a dog. Taking my time to pet her behind the ear and tuck in the blanket around her. You could call her just a pet, but she’s really part of the family. Anyone who stays with you for more than 10 years is not just a visitor, right?
We named her Cosette, as it was the Frenchiest name we could think of for a Bichon Frise (that, and we are big Les Miserables fans.) The name quickly shortened to Cozy, because it was easier to say and because that’s who she was… always wanting to curl up next to where you sit, always willing to receive love when you give it.
She’s lived a full and happy life in a house of loving humans and now she’s tired. There have been a few different medical issues over the years, but now she’s stopped eating for over a week. She’s telling us it’s time to go.
I’ve heard that these family members never truly leave. They just scamper on up to the next playground and wait for you there.
I’m sitting here with a dog. And I love her.