“If this is love I do not want it. Take it from me.
Why does it hurt so?”
“Because it was real.”
The Hobbit
We lost our dog, Rolie, last January 2nd.
Everyone says it’s hard to lose a pet because their love is unconditional.
That’s a nice sentiment but they clearly didn’t know my, Rolie. His Doggie
Daddy often said, “Rolie has more personality than most people.” So true. His
Lordship was moody, surly; and love – as he doled it out – was completely
conditional and on his terms. This was puzzling since he had terrible
separation anxiety and followed us around everywhere, but got annoyed when we
did the same to him. When he felt crowded and wanted his space he’d up and leave
– sometimes mid-tummy rub. And we were to consider ourselves dismissed.