Thank you everyone who left kind words and supportive comments regarding the sad situation with my dog Kelly.
She’s a great dog with a charming nature. She inspires loyalty. We were out walking one day when a much larger dog charged Kelly viciously snarling with teeth bared obviously intending to attack. Kelly’s an older dog and truly no fighter, certainly no match for the enormous Sheppard bearing down on her. Without thinking, I pulled her behind me and took on the attacker myself. Terrifying!
The big dog got a couple of well-placed kicks and one whomping smack that knocked the fight out of him and left him cringing. I felt just awful for striking an animal like that, but the damage he would have done to poor Kelly would have been heartbreaking. It wasn’t until a couple of moments later, still shaking like a leaf, I fully realised how badly mauled I could have been.
I have had a strong instinct to protect Kelly sicne she came to me a year ago. I adopted her because I was painfully lonely and longing for someone to take care of. I was a mother for a long time and was not coping well with being so suddenly childless after my Seanna’s death and her sister’s move wholly into her birth mother’s life. There’s no other way to put it than to say I’ve been using Kelly to make myself feel better. To heal my own wounds.
And now she needs me to make her feel better. Quid pro quo. I owe her deeply for what ease she has brought to my life. I think it’s a good bet I’d be in much sadder shape without the continuous solace of her affections.
I can say exactly the same about Seanna, and there’s where my greatest unease comes in. Seanna had an illness that would eventually claim her life. I lived too long watching desperately, with growing panic, for signs that she was nearing the end of her life. I have not healed from that experience and am floundering finding myself in a similar situation with another living being who has brought so much to my life, to my Self.