Mrs. FC would tell you that I am not the kind of person who gets lonely easy.
At this point in the game, my human family is supposed to be hither and yon, working, chasing college degrees, etc. I've had a few years to get used to that since the girls first moved out for college. (Remember that whine?)
I know they are okay and that we will see each other as often as possible. After all, everyone is within a 120 mile radius of PFHQ, so it's easy to get together.
Their close proximity, coupled with my own bit of hermity lone-wolfnicity, makes their absences routine and tolerable.
Contrast that with the temporary absence of Bear this week while he has been on an overnight visit at Junior's apartment.
A few days ago, Junior sent me a text requesting Bear's company on an overnight stay at his apartment, The visit would include a doggy play date at a dog park with a German Shepherd owned by a friend of his.
Of course I said yes, Bear is his dog too, and I know how very much he misses him.
No big deal.
Just a day, a night, and a day.
As it turned out, his absence coincided with Mrs. FC being in St. Augustine to help Mom and Dad, so last night I came home to an empty house.
No barking audible as I parked the JEEP.
No barking and frantic whining as I unlocked the front door.
No Bear dashing to bring me a shoe, his blankie, or toy as I opened the door.
No wiggly hugs and dog kisses in the kitchen as I set my stuff down.
No need to grab the leash and attempt to clip it to a wild prancing Bear.
No dog walk ... I didn't have to rush back outside as soon as I unloaded my stuff.
No dog talk ... I realized last night just how much and how often I speak to him.
No intermittent walks throughout the evening.
No big sighs to induce guilt when I am working on the computer and not playing with him.
No hunting for shoes.
No food in the dog bowl.
No muzzle on my knee as I eat supper.
No drool-soaked spot on my knee when I get up from eating.
No tug o war with the shark toy.
No paws on my chest and giant dog head and shoulders towering over me at bed time when he stands up and pleads to have some help getting up on our mile high 4 poster bed.
No whining to go out EARLY in the morning today.
S-I-G-H ...(That was mine, not a Bear sigh ... okay, it was a Bear induced sigh, but it was all mine)
So right now, it is 1:30 pm.
We have a "Bear return rendezvous" scheduled for 2 hours from now.
I might just make it until then.