Sunday, May 15, 2011
A Series of Dreams
For two years, Maxx drove me nuts. He was loud, annoying, needy, and I loved the shit out of him. He made my life difficult in so many little ways, and yet none of that mattered when I walked through the door and he'd lazily wander up to meet me, his face half-matted because he'd been sleeping. I'd pick him up and he'd hug into my shoulder. He barked during all the good parts of my TV shows, he constantly hid his toys under the couch so that I had to fetch them, and he hated walking on wet grass.
I used to daydream of the day when I wouldn't have to worry about finding a sitter for him when I went on vacation, or when I could make it through an entire movie without him needing to be walked. Now that he's gone, I hate coming home alone. I have someone wonderful to come home to, but there's something special about a dog. Even a dog as annoying as Maxx. He's irreplaceable. I never thought I'd miss him so fucking much. That dog was one of a kind.