Lulu and I just experienced a rather odd and frightening moment.
It’s late, and before retiring I always take her out for a quick potty.
I walked over to the davenport and she was lying there, completely still. Usually when I give her a little shake she’ll open her eyes. However, tonight she did not. I tried very hard to rouse her, even picking her up and trying to get her to stand, but to no avail. She simply flopped lifelessly like a rag doll.
Immediately I began to panic. Calling her name. Shaking her. Picking her up. It seemed like an eternity before she actually opened an eye. But by this time I was beside myself.
Words can not express the relief I felt at her movement.
It took her an extraordinary amount of time to gain complete alertness.
During these moments, I suddenly realized that I couldn’t live without her.
The thought of her leaving me one day is incomprehensible.
She is the one constant in my life. She brings copious amounts of joy to me, like nothing ever has before.
I’m not ashamed to admit that we’re co-dependant and symbiotic. Nope, not at all ashamed.
I just finished cuddling with her (while I cried of course).
God, if only I could record the way she feels. And, the way I feel when she curls up next to me. So that I’d have it (the feeling) when I needed it. Which would be forever.
The love I receive from the little beast is pure and makes my soul complete…