The past few weeks have been extremely difficult for me. My sweet Tucker passed, and then suddenly our sweet Bo did too. To me these souls weren’t “just dogs”, they were a part of my family. They worked, played, and lived beside me. What non farm and ranch people don’t always realize is that this can be a lonely way of life. Often days upon days will go by that I don’t speak to another human other than my girls and husband. That’s where my dogs (and horses) come in. They become my company. They become the friend that lends a hug when I’m sad. They become the sympathetic ear I spill my guts to. They become the Happy, wiggling, excited dance party buddy when I have a moment of excitement. They become the copilot in the truck. They become my protector, willing to lay thier life down to save mine (even if it is just from the mailman). They become the best friend a person could ever ask for. And there I was, suddenly lost, without my two best buddies.
And then Bullet laid her head in my lap as I ugly cried. I looked into her eyes and she licked my face, shoved her paw in my hand and leaned her head in close. I smiled despite the snot and tears running down my face. Because in that moment I realized Bullet and I were just meant to be. She’s my non person person.