
It’s been four weeks since we haven’t had any pets in the house.
I’ve had a dog my entire life. The only time I haven’t actually lived with a dog was when I was in the dorms at college and for a couple of years when I lived with roommates in an apartment while I was in nursing school. But during that time I still considered my parents’ dogs “mine.”
When David and I got married we each brought our own dog into the mix. They always got along and eventually picked up each other’s habits. They were the soundtrack and background of our life. They made our house feel full and lively.
Now, despite the baby and the toddler, things are eerily quiet. When food is dropped on the ground it just…stays there. I have to sweep it up. There is no one keeping me company at 5 a.m. when I usually find myself waking up. No one happy to see me when I get home. These things are not that easy to get used to.
It’s true that there is also a lot less sweeping to be done. We can leave all the doors open and not worry. Being at home is calmer. There is a little more space in our bed at night.
We have decided not to get another pet for awhile. Maybe years, we’ll see, just to give ourselves a break. Just a few months ago we had two lively dogs. Now we have none, and it’s different. Strange. Quiet.
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