Hey, jealousy
Our neighborhood is filled with dogs. Big dogs. Little dogs. Dogs that go on walks with their humans.
On the whole, I find myself thinking of Kai less and less, though when the dotter brought home “Our Daily News” (in which the kids write a snippet, it gets compiled into a sheet, and the teacher copies the sheet and sends it home with the kids) where she had not one, but two snippets, about how our dog died…well. That one made it suddenly come back again.
Anyway, I see the happy people walking their dogs and am wracked with jealousy. “How come he still has his dog, when our dog died?!”
Totally irrational. But it reminds me of how I felt in the throes of infertility: “How come she gets to get pregnant, but I can’t?!”
The dotter’s friend A.’s mom is a veterinarian at a no-kill shelter. The other day, she called to say they had a schnauzer that needed a home, and did we want him?
Right away, it was a gut-level, “NO!” Too soon. Still.
Maybe next year it won’t be too soon. In the meantime, there I am, jealous of people with their dogs.
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