Winnie, another of my grandoggers, is missing Gibbs. Part
of our morning routine is that she’d come into my room and lay down to
the left of me, Gibbs on my right. Then I’d sing them their own little
ditty (don’t judge me), and when I was done they’d reach over me,
meeting in the middle. And kiss. This morning Winnie jumped on my bed
and kept looking over at Gibbs’ spot. I sang to her, but she just
couldn’t seem to muster any enthusiasm.
When I fixed her breakfast she wouldn’t eat at first. She kept
walking around the kitchen and then went over and sat near Gibbs’ bed we
keep by the sliding glass door. (We kept beds all over the house for
him because of his old arthritic bones.) It took her awhile, but she
I keep telling her Gibbs is all gone, making the hand motions we do
when we give them treats and they’re all gone. I don’t know what else to
do but to acknowledge that I understand she’s looking for her buddy.
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