I haven't been sleeping very well lately. And tonight/this morning is no exception. But I can't go back to bed because I have an early morning plane to catch. And I mean early. Too early to get coffee from my favorite place. I'm also going to lose two hours today because of the time difference. Oh yeah! I'm off to a great start. This is probably why I need a vacation in the first place.
Hunny watched me pack last night.
She gets really depressed when she sees luggage...no matter how small
the bag is. She knows I'm going away. I did tell her she was
coming with me to the airport but that she'd be staying with her Auntie
Cheryl, Opie and the cats.
Usually the words, you're coming with me are enough
to make her skip and jump and run around the room with joy. But I
could tell she completely understood that she'd be coming with me part
of the way, but not all the way to Texas.
I stopped packing every few minutes
to get her to play or give her a massage or look into her eyes and
remind her that I'm always with her. She's smart and
sensitive. Sometimes it's to her/our disadvantage. She
gets so sad, she won't look at me or kiss me goodbye. It doesn't
matter if I'm leaving for five minutes or five days. To her the
bottom line is, I'm leaving. I'm not looking forward to that
moment at the airport. It breaks my heart.
She'll get over it. And so will I.
She lo-o-oves staying with her Auntie Cheryl. The yard, the
doggie door, the treats, the other animals, the walks by the
beach, the love. Come on, it's like sleep-over camp for our
pets. The moment she gets her mouth on the big juicy bone waiting
for her, she'll forget all about
me! I, on the other hand, will miss her terribly...until I get my
mouth on some Coca-Cola Cake. We're not all that different really.