A Good Dose of Snuggle Pup
On one of many nights I attempted to sleep somewhere other than where Tom was, I had the luxury of Lilly joining me. When either of us is sick, we use various bedrooms to avoid as much as possible passing the germs along. I had a doozy of a cold last week (clearly the stress wore me down), so I coughed, sneezed, and snorted my way through several nights. So, we let our poor neglected pups sleep loose (rather than in their crates), and Lilly picked me as her cuddling companion.
At first, I thought it was because Tom put up the baby gate we use to keep the pups on the main level, but I learned in the morning she had started the night with him, but she picked me on her own.
I guess she knew I needed a little caretaking that night.
I wish I could say I slept, but I did enjoy hours and hours of just hanging out with my girl as she snoozed. I tried matching my breathing to hers, but even when asleep Lilly takes two breaths for each of mine … at least when I purposefully slow my pace to force my body to relax.
I composed something pretty neat in my head that night, but alas whatever prose I managed didn’t stick in my memory.
I wanted to tell you what I thought about, how we melded our hearts, what my sweet black-and-white girl meant to me in those dark moments, but I lost that narrative to fatigue and stress. Maybe some day it’ll come back to me.
Until then, just know that my sweet girl likely knows more than I do in these times of strife. She somehow knew her “place” was as close to me as PJs, covers and fur allow.