Farewell, joy of my heart. Yes, I have to go, even though I would rather stay here with you. You know that, don't you? Oh now hey, please don't do the sad face...you'll break my heart.
I tell you what. I promise to come back the very minute that I can, and to bring you a bag of Barkery Bones when I do. Okay? All right then. See you after work, Bosco!
And then do you sing that song, FB? Love the packaging on Bosco's treats.ReplyDelete
Farewell?!? I first thought, when I saw the title alone, 'Is Shay saying goodbye to her blogging friends for some reason?'ReplyDelete
But then I saw Bosco's name, and worried something had happened to Bosco.
My heart slowed down when I saw that your post was about the everyday goodbye we say to our four-legged friends. (And yes, wouldn't it be nice if we could stay home with them--all day, every day?)
I always say 'see you later' to the cats .. this morning I was wishing I could bring Rose with me, it was very hard to stop snuggling herReplyDelete
There is nothing harder than saying goodbye to a faithful pet, especially a dog that really misses you when you are gone.ReplyDelete
My two mini's let me hug them and wihisper in their ears without response then they provide me with tiny moments of truthful reciprocity. Love these type of animals sometimes more then our typeReplyDelete
Damn, Shay! When I saw "farewell" and the barkery bones, I thought . . . the worst. Don't scare me like that!ReplyDelete
I once read that dogs have no sense of time as we conceive it--that five minutes away was just the same as five hours to them--ie, it is just as hard for them to let us go for short periods as long ones--I don't know how true that is, but I do know that the patience and unconditional love they give is rooted in something we don't have--the unwavering faith that you will always come back, and the hope that you will have a bag of Busy Bones in your pocket when you do. ;_)ReplyDelete
you do realize what you do to us with titles like that right...i hope bosco has an ok day without youReplyDelete
So sweet, but I was scared, too, at first. When Pup was a little guy, he HATED me going to work. It was a betrayal every single morning. I'd give him a treat, he'd take it and spit it out to show his disdain. He would not be placated. When I got home: such joy. And then he would eat the treat. Those goodbyes are so hard. He would howl like a sad wolf as I backed out of the driveway.ReplyDelete
Shay, I was worried you were taking a break - then, OK with the fact that you might, indeed, need time to refresh. WHAM! I get it now; it's Doggie Separation Anxiety, which I suspect humans feel more than the dogs! Artful, honey, and I do miss having a doggie, the happy hellos and the warm lap cover, softly breathing that sweet puppy breath (which mine managed to retain their whole lives, being fox terriers).ReplyDelete
Really, Shay. I thought the same thing as everyone. Glad you're not taking a blogging break.ReplyDelete
Never leave us .....ReplyDelete
I'm sorry, readers, for scaring you! It was early in the morning and I didn't think how it might sound. Forgive me?ReplyDelete
happy everyone's okay, SP! ♥ReplyDelete
Glad you're BOTH okay. You are very naughty to scare everyone, but you are forgiven <3ReplyDelete
I have to tell my sweeties "Mommy's going bye bye" and give them their "bye bye cookies" before I leave or my poodle (the smart one) will get very anxious and cry. If I do the procedure "correctly," he's okay. Lots of happy dancing when I get home! Love it!
we love our furry companions!ReplyDelete
I too feared you were kissing us off.
Glad you're not. My post tomorrow is sort of Shay-ish. Hope you'll enjoy it.
Aloha from Waikiki
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The heartfelt farewell. The touching song. Brings tears to my eyes.... ;-)ReplyDelete
I don't this variety of dog treats. It's hard to say goodbye to the four-leggeds. They always know, long before I head to door, whether it's a trip outside that involves them or not.ReplyDelete
Wow. YOU SCARED ME! I was about to leave a comment on your latest poem when I happened to start reading this one.ReplyDelete
I thought something happened to Bosco, but then read the comments and I think I got it...separation anxiety?
I had a friend with a dog with separation anxiety. The dog stayed mostly in her bedroom. She'd call and leave messages...as if she was speaking to the dog. It didn't produce a miracle cure, but she always felt better:~)
Hi Shay Bosco's foodchik,ReplyDelete
Cats donut have this. at least the one's I know don't. Because if her donut leave we cannot get at the reputer. Have a happy day, your friend, sharkbutt