Initially, this post was probably going to be focused on the upcoming 'midterm' -- potentially deteriorating into some kind of obsessive paranoia about the whole thing while valiently attempting to remain positive about our upcoming 'day out'. Not to mention noting that March 26 is also Cura's adoptiversary! Yes, amazingly enough, on Friday, Cura would have been with me for a full year! In preparation for her one year adoptiversary and our midterm, Cura made at trip to the groomers. She goes about once every two or three months, usually to prepare for a special occassion. I find that taking her to a professional every few months helps me to stay on top of her grooming needs as long as I diligently give her a weekly onceover in between visits -- which leads me to the actual subject of this post . . .
Apart from the time she had her teeth cleaned, grooming trips are the only times that Cura is not with me. The degree to which I have become accustomed to her constant companionship hit me like a sledge hammer for the first time today. Cura was only at the groomers for about two and a half hours, but during that time I must have done, said, or thought something at least 20 times as if she were with me. It began almost immediately after dropping her off this morning. I had decided not to feed her prior to her appointment because it was much earlier than normal, plus there was the stress of being separated from me (and the fact that we were running late!). So, I was planning on feeding her when she got home. As I was driving back from dropping her off, I found myself thinking "I must remember to feed Cura when we get home." After a few minutes I realized that "we" were not going to be home for hours because Cura was NOT in her usual spot in the back seat!
Even though the rest of the time she was at the groomers I was at home, I felt her absence. I kept finding myself glancing at her usual resting spots and thinking "Were's ma dawg?" when I didn't see her -- only to realize that she was still at the groomers. As I would move from place to place in the house, my first thought would be to either tell Cura to 'stay' or be 'with me' -- it was like I had misplaced a piece of myself. The whole experience really drove home how much a part of my moment-to-moment existence Cura has become. Being aware of her -- knowing where she is and how she is at all times -- has become part of my routine. Frequently, people comment on the fact that she is so well behaved that they forget she is there -- today I found out that I forget when she is NOT there!
I'm betting this means we are ready for Friday!