I have been greatly surprised by many things in the past couple of days.
I have been especially surprised with Rumpy.
Rumpy is not an especially affectionate dog. He lets me rub his head and he likes being brushed, but no hugs please, and don’t touch his feet.
He is, however, an emotional dog. DeDe’s cancer upset him greatly. He would sniff at the tumors and get the saddest look on his face. Yet when I came home from the vet, he sniffed my pants, indicated he knew what had happened, and moved on.
Rumpy knows I’m not doing well, and has stuck by my side. He’s been a great comfort to me.
We stomp around the yard together and he shows me things.
He’s always close by. He lies at my feet when I’m sitting at the table. He watches me when I’m moving around. He lies on the bed when I turn in, and stays there.
Of course, Rumpy is also an opportunist. He has made himself available whenever I’m eating, and has helped me finish each meal.
That may not mean much to some, but it’s a great gift he’s giving me.
He’s doing it because he loves me.