Back in the summer, I wrote a blog post about having my hands full when we went out walking with the dogs. At the time, I had Libby, Lia, Soxa, Pluto and Jamer all walking with me and, as you can imagine, it was a little bit hectic.
At the time I was wondering how I would cope when Lia started walking, with two children, two dogs and a cat all running around and needing to be kept under control. What I hadn’t taken into account was how I would feel if, all of a sudden, things were not so hectic.
With so many of us co-existing under one roof, you would think there would always be a lot of buzz and noise. Which there is, I suppose. But when one little noise is suddenly gone, it really hits home how quiet things become.
Soxa was the naughty dog, which has become even more apparent since she’s been gone, because even the little things that Pluto used to get up to that were naughty have stopped. She was clearly the devil on his shoulder egging him on.
Pluto is always pleased to see us when we come home, and even Jamer generally comes to say hello. But the little tip-tapping of Soxa’s over-excited feet and the tick-tocking of her tail sounding like a little geiger counter really filled the house with noise. Coming home to relative silence is an incredibly lonely feeling, despite our house being so full of activity.
As for our walks, they have become a notably more sedate affair, particularly on a Friday. This morning, Libby was at nursery and Lia had a little nap in the baby carrier. Jamer was hibernating rather professionally, as demonstrated.
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So it was effectively just me and Pluto, strolling along enjoying the sunshine. I think, if we’re honest, despite the unexpectedly good weather and the beautiful view, we both felt just a little bit lonely.