I wrote the previous entry in memory of my son's dog Midnight. To this day (two weeks after Midnight died) he cannot bring himself to read the printed copy.
It was only yesterday that I could take down his crate in he and his sister's room and vacuum the dog hair from around both crates, it is also difficult for me. Whenever we say Midnight's name Princess perks her ears up and looks around. It is hard on her too.
My brain is having a hard time with all of this. I've had migraines every day and I continue to look for him to jog out of some room in the house, or listen for his bark when someone comes to the door.
Princess will bark sometimes, but, it sounds so weird because she didn't bark before, she let her brother do all the work. She spends her days, as she did before, sleeping in Harrison's room. She will not come out or go out to potty unless Darren or Harrison are home. When I try to let her out she goes out and just stands on the porch and looks at me. I'm insulted.
When one of the guys comes home and they let her out, she runs out does her business and comes right back. How's that for a slap in the face? I am the one home with both of them all day and I also made sure they were exercised and kept happy and in her time of mourning she could care less.
I even looked up what to do if your dog is in mourning, I try some of the suggestions and she just whines and misbehaves. I do not care for whiners, not my kids, and certainly not a dog.
This will be a long road to normal.
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