Some things are tough

Sometimes the stars align to smack you up side the head.

I have been thinking about the post that Ken has encouraged … talking about what it is like living with, and how I handle, the fact that Pearlsky has no communication at all and thus I have no feedback, never been told she loves me (assuming she does), etc. I have touched on it before and will elaborate. There is the realization one gets more feedback from a dog than I get from Pearlsky. Hell, I’ve had goldfish that come to me when I feed them.

I’ve been working on that post, doing a lot of thinking, and then I read this article (reproduced here) titled “When I die, so does my dog: Some pet owners take animals to their graves.” You may remember my thoughts on not wanting to die alone and my fears as to what will happen to Pearlsky if I die first.

Don’t go all crazy on me. No, I am not comparing Pearlsky with a dog. How could I? Dogs show affection. Dogs learn. Dogs communicate. Dogs interact.

Don’t make me wish I turned comments off on this post. You know I adore Pearlsky.


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