Missing (remix) ~ Everything But The Girl
When I recollect a place in time, like the time in June of 2008 when Buddy the dog bit me and ran away, the darkness momentarily creeps up on me like a bad dream. He was JR's beloved dog, who resented me no matter how much love I gave him. It is like he blamed me for JR's death . . . even though I know that a dog does not have that capacity . . . or do they?
As if she knew that darkness was creeping up on me, my sweet little furbaby Kiki came to where I am sitting at the computer and put her little paw on my arm, and I could feel her telling me "it is OK mommy, the nightmare is over" . . . animals know! The love in those big brown eyes made me realize that I am so lucky that The Captain convinced me it was time to adopt our sweet furbabies last year.
I still have times of momentary darkness when it feels like full moon madness and wanting to howl at the moon as loudly as I can. The sadness and grief of missing my "previous family" trips me up and takes me back. On the other hand, I never want to forget them . . . they were a huge part of my life. The difference is that I have my new family and the loneliness has disappeared.
Today I am so blessed that I found that man to love, be loved by and spend the rest of my life with and sweet Kiki and Mimi to share our lives with. I thought of that this morning when we were all sitting on the bed, the furbabies wanting love and attention from us . . . we share so much love.
My love of dogs overshadowed the fear of my previous experience in June of 2008 that brought on a fear of dogs that I thought would never go away. And The Captain introduced me to the world of cats that I had never explored before we adopted Mimi.
Time does heal . . .
This entry was originally published on June 8, 2008
Buddy is gone . . . he ran away after biting my foot . . . it took me at least an hour to stop the bleeding. Did I mention that it hurts like hell and I want to scream every time I put my weight on my foot?
My heart is broken . . . when I opened the door to put my foot under the outside hose so I would not get blood all over my floors, he ran out and would not come back during a fierce thunder and lightening storm.
Something bizarre has been going on with the little guy lately. Every time there was a storm, he would cry like a baby and want in the house. I kept him in my back room that was secured with a doggie gate . . . he wasn't allowed in the main part of the house since he is so destructive. He learned how to knock the gate down and pretty much broke the gate, making it easy for him to escape.
I thought he would be back by now . . . and really, I'm having mixed feelings. I love him, he has been my baby for something like 12 years. I've made jokes about him being Cujo, but he DID turn on me at a time of high anxiety without me putting a hand on him. I'm too scared of him, which is part of the problem, he is a spoiled dog who gets no discipline because I didn't want him to bite me.
Hopefully, he has already found another home where he doesn't feel such resentment towards his master. It just seems like since JR died, he was never the same . . . neither one of us has been . . .
This has broken my heart and now I'm so scared of dogs. Dogs have always been such a huge part of my life . . . but I was never so fiercely bitten before.
I've been thinking of what my life is gonna be like without my little Buddy.