Ex Marks the Spot
An agreement between me and my ex had me sending our dog to them, all the way across the country. The dog that had been my only companion when said ex moved away, who we’d raised together from a puppy, and I was sending away my only companion, a long, long ways away, by herself, on a flight to California. As if the 45-minute drive to the airport wasn’t hard enough with her in the back seat, in her carrier, whimpering and fussing because we were in the car at all, by the time they brought the cart out to put her extra large carrier onto it, I was losing it all.
I choke up thinking about it, and it’s been a little over a year. I hadn’t cried that hard in a long time, seeing them taking her away, and it lasted a long, long time. I still choke up badly thinking about it. Let alone the drive “home” — living on a friend’s couch, preparing to move myself — to come back to no dog to hold, to greet, to hang out with or feed or take outside or anything. Just me in the quiet.
I miss that dog quite a bit, and I know I can’t get another one because of various reasons, so I think about her a ton. And every time I think of that trip to the airport I break down a little again.
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