Olive has been gone for three weeks and it feels like forever and yesterday in the same breath.  Chester is still moping, he isn’t used to being an only dog and appears to be feeling the heat – we’ve been taking more walks than usual,  he has been brushed until he’s out of patience and I think he is growing weary of waiting for a Boston that never comes home. He is discovering only-dogdom isn’t all It’s cracked up to be. 

Olive always ruled the roost – she was fed first, had the best seat in the house every evening and got to sleep on the bed with her mom. She was the queen.  Chester has made his living being the jester.  Now he is being called upon to fill the space vacated by the queen – it’s a tall order for a jester.

I’m thankful I have this big brown dog, especially these days.  We are both missing Olive like crazy.  I still hear her from time to time; jumping off the bed or snorting around the kitchen – my heart breaks a little more with every echo of the past. I think maybe Chester hears her too.  There is a new connection between Chester and I – we are the team now.

Olive was a ‘rescue dog’ – she joined the family when she was four years old – she was surrendered to the rescue after she’d delivered her fourth litter of puppies by cesarean and the veterinarian spayed her in the process.  Chester, on the other hand, joined the family as a blue eyed chubby puppy with a death wish – he has been in the process of being rescued ever since.  The queen earned her role, the jester fell into his.

Chester and I have had a quiet three weeks, we’ve walked for miles trying not to be at home – it’s time to settle down and into a new routine.  He and I are actually a really good team, a match made in heaven – he tests fate at every opportunity and I save the day every damn time.  Where Olive was congratulated for her longevity Chester receives kudos for being alive.

Ches and I will continue to take too many walks, him leading the way and me riding shotgun, we will come to terms with our new reality and get back to the weird sense of normal that is life during a pandemic.  Chester the jester and me.

Comments (2)

  • Mark . June 20, 2020 .

    I’m so sorry to hear about your loss. That’s the last thing you need in your life. Call me anytime. I know the feeling dear Elva. Pets leave a huge hole in the heart.

    • (Author) Elva Stoelers . June 20, 2020 .

      Mark- thank you. I hope you are doing well – talk soon Xxoo

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