Most of the bloggers that I read a lot seems to be animal lovers whose fur kids often feature on their blogs. That’s not the only reason I like reading them but it does seem to be something we have in common. I always enjoy a good pet story. The hardest thing about having a pet is not the pet hair, it’s not having pets that are finicky eaters or the ones that eat everything in sight. It’s not the late night or early morning wake up calls or the balls thrust in your face when you really don’t feel like playing. It’s simply that you know that you only have them for a brief few years. If you are lucky maybe fifteen or even twenty but that’s just a small piece of your own lifetime. Then they die, you cry buckets of tears, you grieve and then more often than not you get another pet and the cycle starts again.
Cindy is our fourth dog. She’s nine now although she doesn’t look or act it. She had her vaccinations this month and the vet said that she was in great shape for her age. Today though she threw up in the garden and seemed a bit listless all day. The reality is that she had probably been eating cat poo from the litter box and was feeling bored because in her mind you should be playing with tennis balls all day. I know she misses her dad too. Still it made me feel a bit anxious because I don’t want to think of Cindy as an old dog. She’s so full of life that it will be sad when the day comes that she doesn’t want to play fetch and run around like a puppy.
At around half past three as I was finishing a big spring clean of my kitchen I asked her if she wanted to play ball. Of course she did. I wanted to sit on the garden bench and throw the ball as my feet were tired from going up and down the step-ladder putting things into the top cupboards but no. that would not do. When David plays ball with Cindy he throws it for her in the driveway so that is the only acceptable place to play that game. In the end I had to give in and go and stand in the drive with the ball chucker. She had fun and is now content to lie near me while I write this post.