I have loved my pet Puppy (Rogue), more than I have loved myself at times, she has been with me and my partner through all our heart aches with Ryker, giving us constant love and reassurance that we are good people and are loved without reservation, without question, she is my friend, confidant and even my child in some ways, she’s been there when people have let me down. She is trusting, faithful, fun and family. She simplifies this very confusing and confronting world.
As any pet owner knows, pets don’t have the same type of hang-ups or grudges that humans have. They’re perfectly willing to walk with you through life, comfort you in your troubles and cheer you on when life is grand. Mary McCoy said it well when she summed up her relationship with her dog, “He has been a part of my whole marriage and we have made some wonderful memories with him by our side.”
Sometimes it’s the little things that shape relationships in life, and the relationship with a pet is no different. There are millions of little stories that Rogue, Tim and I could share that would make you laugh or make you cry; like when she was only 4 months old, Rogue latched onto my pants leg and tried to drag me from one of the house to the other, or everyday Rogue would ‘bond’ with my heavily pregnant belly, she would just plant her head on my belly and cuddle up to it, or she would sniff the belly and not let anyone else near it.
Rogue is the reason I get out of bed some days, she whinges and whines if she doesn’t get 2 walks in each day, she barks at me as if to tell me, “No, we are not spending the day in bed, get your ass up now.” And she is the little/large creature I cry to when Tim is not home; she comforts me and reassures me we are going to be ok.
Walks along the beach, trips to the park, and little adventures with no one but us, she really is a saviour in disguise. Who knew that getting a puppy at 29 weeks pregnant was actually a really good idea.
Is my devotion to Rogue somehow inappropriate? Am I subconsciously asking her to fill a role she could never occupy, by treating her as a surrogate child? But while I might care for her with the same intensity a mother does her child, I’m quite aware she’s not human. In fact, that’s partly why I find our devotion to each other so moving; her sheer canine-ness inspires me like no person ever has. And I am truly grateful.