It’s been a bit over a week now since Mason died. In that time, our other dog, Zoey, has gone from convalescent nurse to full-fledged companion animal. We got her four years ago to hang with Mason, to make his old age a little better. We did not expect him to live nearly as long as he did, and as a result, Zoey’s life was maybe not as good as it could have been. She was always with Mason, and when he couldn’t go anywhere (the park on a hot day, with the family on vacation, camping) then she couldn’t go, either.
Since Mason died, her life has gotten better. In this last week she’s gone with us in the car on errands, been to the drive-in movies with us, and gone on long rambling walks. I’m pretty sure she misses him, too, but she seems to be doing okay.
Here’s a picture of her (the best picture I think I’ve taken of her) in the back of the minivan at the drive-in.
Zoey at the drive-in
My office mate, who has three dogs, sent me a link to this movie. I started to watch it, realized what it was about, and hastily stopped playback. After I screwed up the courage, I watched it with the sound off. I don’t think I would have made it through with the sound on. So here I am, recommending this movie even though I haven’t actually seen it. I may watch it later. Maybe.
Last minutes with ODEN
Funny thing is, it makes me want to ride my bike (which is something I don’t do… not a “bike guy”)… and get tattoos (which I should point out, is also something I don’t do). And hug my dog. Mason’s been with us for the better part of twelve years, and I’ve been preparing myself for the day he dies for several of those years now. Just thinking about it makes me well up. I’m going to be a wreck that day.
When using the restroom with guests in the house, latch the door. The dog is very good at pushing open doors that are ajar. He is not so good at closing them again.