I mentioned all the conspirators who contribute to the constant mess in the house...but I want to be clear that I love each of them, and cleaning up after each of them is more than worth their company.
This week, we lost our dog. The Beast wandered out of the yard, and has last been seen several miles from our house. We've looked for her for several days now, and it's like she's vanished. Despite ads online, phone calls to local vets and animal control, and the combined strength of Facebook friends, we have yet to find her.
It's pretty sad; Mini-me, especially, is asking where she is and is saying that she misses her. Yesterday she started coloring a picture and said it was for The Beast when she came home. I had to stop myself from sniffling.
The house IS cleaner without her. There are no trails of water drops across the linoleum in the kitchen; there are no dog food crumbs in the middle of the kitchen carpet; there is no dog hair on the base of the couch. But you know what? I wish there was. The house feels eerily quiet and sterile without her in it. Sometimes I glance around and find myself wondering, "Where's the dog?" I wonder how long it will take me to get used to the idea that she's not here? I wonder if I'll even need to? I am still holding out hope that she'll show back up, but I don't know how long to do so; I also don't know at what point I should start gently telling the kids that she might not be coming back.
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