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Richard says it was Zoe.
However...
I called in sick today. To be clear, I can't go 20 minutes without crying. I'll call that sick.
This afternoon I went out to get a few groceries.
When I came back, Lucy's dish was in the middle of the kitchen floor.
When we last saw Lucy's dish, it was on the second from the top shelf in the spare bedroom. Full of food. Put there because she didn't want to eat it. It's been there since Tuesday.
When I came back from getting groceries it was in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Now, to be clear...
Zoe could have fairly easily stretched up to the second from the top shelf and helped herself. No question. She probably did.
However. I have only had one dog who carried their bowl around when they were hungry. It was not Zoe. Nor was it Chester.
It was Lucy.
Zoe has never, ever, ever, carried a bowl.
Lucy's bowl was in the kitchen. Where she throws it when she's hungry. Where she used to throw it, quite literally, every day of her life right up to the past month or so.
Somebody once told me that your animals stay with you after they're gone until they know you're ok.
She's telling me she's here.
Or that's what I choose to believe.
(She also left a big ball of her stupid red fur in the middle of the bath mat while I was in the shower this morning. You see, she always used to sleep on the mat while I was in the shower. This morning when I went to get in the shower, there was the empty mat. Of course I cried. When I got out of the shower, smack dab in the middle of the mat, was the big red tumbleweed of fur that I SWEAR was not there when I got in.)
She's sticking around to make sure I'm ok.
And I will be.
But wow.
This hurts.
However...
I called in sick today. To be clear, I can't go 20 minutes without crying. I'll call that sick.
This afternoon I went out to get a few groceries.
When I came back, Lucy's dish was in the middle of the kitchen floor.
When we last saw Lucy's dish, it was on the second from the top shelf in the spare bedroom. Full of food. Put there because she didn't want to eat it. It's been there since Tuesday.
When I came back from getting groceries it was in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Now, to be clear...
Zoe could have fairly easily stretched up to the second from the top shelf and helped herself. No question. She probably did.
However. I have only had one dog who carried their bowl around when they were hungry. It was not Zoe. Nor was it Chester.
It was Lucy.
Zoe has never, ever, ever, carried a bowl.
Lucy's bowl was in the kitchen. Where she throws it when she's hungry. Where she used to throw it, quite literally, every day of her life right up to the past month or so.
Somebody once told me that your animals stay with you after they're gone until they know you're ok.
She's telling me she's here.
Or that's what I choose to believe.
(She also left a big ball of her stupid red fur in the middle of the bath mat while I was in the shower this morning. You see, she always used to sleep on the mat while I was in the shower. This morning when I went to get in the shower, there was the empty mat. Of course I cried. When I got out of the shower, smack dab in the middle of the mat, was the big red tumbleweed of fur that I SWEAR was not there when I got in.)
She's sticking around to make sure I'm ok.
And I will be.
But wow.
This hurts.
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