This is Fruitycake. Many of us are always looking for something. Something more.
Something to make us feel better. Or something to make us look better. Something to make us feel like we used to. Something to make us confident for the future.
There is always something to say we are missing. But what I’m missing right now isn’t something. It’s someone.
Yes. I miss Brickle. Although I miss the parts of my day without him like our walks or our talks, I can survive without that. But surviving without HIM is a bit harder. It’s not the something I miss like our spaghetti dinners. It’s the someone I had dinner with.
This is the first time in my life that I have ever lost someone that I love. And it’s hard. My persons have told me that as you get older, you lose more and more individuals that you love. And I suppose in some ways, losing all those ones makes you old yourself. You deal with it and deal with it until your own body can’t deal with all the losses any more. Does that make sense? I don’t know. Because I’ve never been thru this before. I’m just saying how I feel. Because none of it in actuality makes much sense to me.
Other than feeling different, my days seem longer without him. Because Brickle is not here to tell me what to work on. Or his experiences. Or even to boss the persons around at his house.
He had so many experiences in life that he could not possibly have told me all of them. So I try to recall my favorite ones.
Like the time he and Digby and Girl Person were on a trail and there was a person hiding in the woods who wanted to do Girl Person harm. Brickle knew he was there right away because he was always diligent. And looking out for problems. He said there was always a problem to be found. And he was the one to solve it. This was no different. He alerted Digby who alerted Girl Person. And when she didn’t listen to Digby, Brickle laid down on the trail and refused to go any further. That’s when she saw the helicopters circling ahead. And she knew to get in their car. Quickly. And from that day on, she always listened to Brickle. Always. He told me to always look out for her. And I will. I won’t go any further on a trail than he would. She always has to be in my sight.
Telling this story has helped me. Because I realize I may miss someone. But the something’s he taught me, I can still find. And if I can find those things, I can try and find my way.
–Fruitycake
Thank you for all that you are, 2 Traveling Dogs family. We read every message and email and comment. Expect to hear from us soon as we catch up.
Maybe one day GP and BP will see if there is an Italian Rescue Dog (or cat) that might be able to join the adventures and keep you company…. and even maybe translate
What an exceptional story, and dog. 💝Brickle