It’s been two days since we said goodbye to our dog, Tuck.
Tuck was in care several times since our move to Santa Rosa. So Tuck being absent for a few days hasn’t worried our other dog, Nick.
I know dogs can’t understand human speech, but last night, I sat with him and told him Tuck wasn’t coming home. He gave no sign anything was out of the ordinary, though. Just gazed at me with his I-yam-still-a-puppy eyes.
In the comments in my last post on Facebook about Tuck, Jon posted a video we took of Tuck, howling when he hears a siren. He would do it once, and that’s it. We would laugh and laugh. It was a low, mournful song, very drawn out. We loved it.
He never did it out here. I don’t know if his hearing was worse, or if the emergency sirens are at different frequencies.
And Nick never howls. Ever. In eight years, he has never howled at anything.
This morning, Jon was replaying a recording of a siren we sometimes played for Tuck.
And Nick howled!
Higher-pitched. Shorter. But still…..definitely howling to the siren.
He did it twice, but refused to do it for the camera.
We laughed with the first joy we’ve felt in days.
It’s like….either Nick feels there is a fill the gap in our lives that he can maybe fill. Maybe he knows that was Tuck’s “job”, and wants to let Tuck know he’s gotta get back here to do it.
Or maybe someone/something is telling him to let us know Tuck is still here, in our hearts, and in Nick’s.
I remember my animal stories:
Dog tells me, “I will always walk at your side. You need never be alone.”