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Thursday, December 25, 2003 Last Christmas I stayed at my parents house too. My parents had bought an air mattress so I would have something decent to sleep on. When they moved back into the house I grew up in after being upstate, I told them they could do whatever they wanted with my old room so it turned into the exercise room/soon-to-be my mom's new office. My parents haven't always been so keen on the idea of sleeping with the dog. While growing up, they didn't mind if Cookie slept in my room, just not on my bed. When Cookie came to live with me, my philosophy was "screw rules" I always wanted a dog who could sleep on my bed and by golly, I was going to do that. So after my parents went to sleep, I picked Cookie up and though my parents didn't favor it, I let Cookie sleep with me on the air mattress. I only hoped that her claws wouldn't puncture a hole in the darned thing. Come to think of it, I don't think Cookie much liked the air mattress either, but she slept there anyway cos we liked to be near each other when we slept. Last year, I gave Cookie her new pink collar-harness. I wish I could have given her a Christmas present this year too. Yesterday as I was packing my belongings to take to my parents house for Christmas, I looked around my apartment wondering if I had everything. I wondered if I had enough food for Cookie then was tremendously sad knowing I didn't need to worry about that this year. I then looked over at her urn and couldn't leave her at home by herself on Christmas. Was it silly that I brought her with me? One thing I knew for sure is that it wouldn't be much of a Christmas without Cookie around, so I had to have her with me. I'm glad I did. Cookie sat atop a big bookshelf with the Santa hat I bought her a few years ago on the urn and she celebrated with us. I tried not to think about her too much during the day because when I did, my heart just ached. What I did want was the chance to hold her again and curl up next to her. Towards the end of her life, I would always feel her heart beating against my hand when I would pet her. I wondered how much longer her heart would beat and couldn't imagine it would ever stop. Ever. Maybe I knew what was coming. How could I have? It's just not festive and really rather lonely without Cookie around. posted by lisa | linkorama | |
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