It’s quiet. I open the door and I’m greeted by silence.
I feel free. I don’t have to rush. I can take my time. It’s great.
I don’t speak to anyone. There is too much silence. I rattle around in the place and it’s suddenly huge.
I can relax. When I come back from going out, I can just go to bed.
I am lonely. Even if we do our usual call. He is there, with them and I am here, alone.
It’s conflicting. It’s only for one week. He’s taking an extra week’s holiday as, after that, he’ll start going away a lot. So the dogs have stayed with him. So I am in Milan on my own which is both wonderful and awful. It is really nice not to have to rush to take the dogs out when I come home and, in the evening, when I’m tired and just want to go to bed.
But I miss them. I miss the fact that there’s always someone (thing) that’s so pleased to see me, someone who wants attention, someone that I have to look after. It’s very rare (in fact, it’s always been very rare) that I’m at home, on my own, without the dogs. In fact, I can’t remember a time since ….. well, probably some time in the UK, so at least over 10 years.
I’m trying to make the most of it – next week will be back to normal.
But, in the end, I miss not having them there, being in the bloody way, always wanting something.
I don’t think I could live without dogs.
And, so I give you this:
Yes, I know it’s not really relevant but it is a wonderful song, isn’t it?by