Missing the Dog
Not to be a gloomy Gus (channeling the grandmother there) but I would be lying if I didn't say I've been missing the dog for the last two weeks. It's not that you don't know how big a place they take up in your life and your heart while they're here, it's just that you suddenly become aware of the subroutine you unconsciously run in your brain when you have a pet.
You put the key in the lock and you expect to hear the shake of their collar as they come to greet you. You walk in with the groceries and realize it doesn't matter if you put them on the floor. You no longer need to open and close doors like you're living in a submarine. Now when I open a snack or start frying something on the stove I have to shake off the sensation that if I turn around he’ll be there waiting expectedly for a treat.
There's a theory about why people see ghosts that I appreciate a bit more. Something like 75% of people say they see their partners after their deaths. The science behind it is that our brain -in order to reduce surprises- develops a means of having an ongoing awareness of the people we expect to see most often. The problem is that when they are gone, for a while the brain continues to transform shadows and ripples of light into those same people. Having spent six years with a rambunctious ball of fur under foot what my brain tells me now is that the house sure is empty without him. That's what the brain says, the heart has another impression altogether,
Thanks so much for all the kind words you have had over the past few weeks. It's much appreciated.