Got a call.
We’re going to Connecticut house hunting, will you watch Tallulah while we’re gone?
For those of you who don’t know, Tallulah the bichon, is my former next door neighbor whom I love. She came into my life on the heels of losing Carmela, the basset hound, soothing my wound getting me through the loss of her.
When I left a week ago, my one regret was Tallulah, who’s moving out as well, but still, we had bonded and once again, there was loss.
Twenty or so vodkas later, we’ve been reunited. Her sweet parents, no more than 28….from Indiana of all places, showed up like a Norman Rockwell painting that climbed off the wall. B in khakis and a festive parka, J a car coat and jeans. Tallulah, AKA Snowball, galloped in inspecting every nook and cranny, not before charming Mike the doorman who said, she was a first-class ball of fluff…sigh.
Though there was a moment when she longingly sat by the door, we had a great afternoon doing errands, cheering those in our path.
I felt very lucky to have her on a quiet, undemanding Saturday grateful they brought her to me so I didn’t have to return to my old home.
I know it’s silly, but I can’t go there yet…not even in the immediate vicinity I miss it that much. It was my home for almost forty years so even though, this new place is far superior, the old still beckons.