Forgive me for the title, but it’s hard being clever when your heart’s breaking.
Carmela is gone.
I went yesterday like every Wednesday and instead of her wiggling down the stairs to greet me, Erminia the maid came to say, she’s gone…given to a family with three other dogs and that’s all she knows delivered in broken English to match my broken heart.
I have walked this dog faithfully for almost two years…never asking for anything…and I didn’t even rate a phone call to tell me.
They knew I’d come. I tell myself, it’s not me it’s them, but the lack of respect and common decency hurts.
Last week when I was leaving, rather than follow the maid upstairs, Carmela stood by the door looking at me with those eyes as if to say, please don’t go, like she knew before me, this was it.
I’ve held that face in my mind since.
I truly thought once the baby left, the crisis would pass, but was wrong.
They didn’t even fix her like they promised.
I pray that these new people are patient and don’t beat her in order to get her to behave. I hope they are a loving, kind family who will give her the affection she so longs for and deserves.
My heart has been broken many, many times, but never like this. It feels as if it’s been pulled up by the roots. She was such a friend to me. When I first lost my hearing she was the only thing that made me smile, and when I got to walk her it was as if heaven opened sending her to comfort me.
I know many of you feel as if you know her too. Let us all hope she will be happy and well loved in her new home.
So long Tubes. I’ll love you…always.