Yesterday was Christmas Day, and all was going relatively well until my boy dog Louis decided to disappear. It was quite honestly the most terrifying half hour I could imagine, because he’s not one to wander off.
His sister Ella, on the other hand, regularly runs off when we’re hiking in the mountains, but she’s smart enough to come back. Eventually. As much as it scares me when she does it, she’s clever. She’s able to find her way back.
Her brother Louis? Is he clever like his female counterpart? Uh, well.
He’s got a great personality – he’s earnest and takes defending us quite seriously. I promise you he’s got his better qualities, but intelligence isn’t something he was blessed with. I’m not being cruel – he really is a bit dim.
So when I turned round and he’s gone, I wasn’t pleased. I was the opposite of pleased. Ella was concerned, but to be candid she takes everything a bit too seriously, so I assured her that her brother would be back soon enough. After a few minutes of whistling and hollering his name, I was no longer able to feign calmness.
She and I switched positions, and she began assuring me that he’d soon be found. Everything would be ok. Right?
I wasn’t quite sure.
Now, if I wanted to build suspense and make this a decent piece of writing, I might draw it out. I could go into excruciating detail and describe my emotional spiral in a blow by blow manner, but I simply can’t bring myself to do that. It’s not somewhere I’m prepared to go with this.
What I’d rather do is make yet another plea that you hold those you love closer to you during the holidays. If you come here regularly, you know it’s one of my regular themes. Savour what you’ve got while it’s there. Don’t wait till you lose someone or something to appreciate it. Really.
My family in America seems to be doing rather well. Every time I talk to my brother’s children, my heart hurts a little that I’m not there more often. They love their Uncle Ken, and I wish I could corrupt them in person and not just via Skype. At some point in the last month I realised that if I needed a character reference, my niece Amelia would be my best bet.
Go ahead, ask her. What does she think of her uncle? The one who lives in Germany and always brings her a Dirndl or a nice bit of Swiss chocolate? If only that reference could help me get a better job or help me find a flat…
But then I realise, when I have that kind of high quality character reference, what else do I need? If this particular eight-year-old is properly impressed, why am I worried about little things like a place to live or a more stable source of income? Her mom Sara told me while we were on the phone last night, ‘Well, you could always come live here.‘
With Ella and Louis and all the contents of my tea cupboard?
I don’t think Amelia would think I was so great if she had to live near me on a regular basis. All things in moderation – even moderation.
Hug your people. Tell them you love them.
Savour this life. It’s precious. It really is the only one you’ve got.
Did his sister and I eventually find the ridiculous boy dog? Yes, of course we did. He was being cared for by a very kind family that had dogs of their own. Ralf was the guy’s name, and he and his family had him in the boot of their car. They were patiently waiting for Louis‘ people to come wandering along, and eventually we did.
Wish I could say I didn’t get emotional and cry a little, but I’d be lying if I tried to appear more strong and/or silent. There were tears, and maybe a bit of hugging. I’m not sure if the family knew what they were getting into when they decided to take care of Louis, and after my blubbering display I’m not sure they’d do it again.
Wherever Ralf is, I hope he knows he saved our Christmas.
Ella and Louis are now sleeping peacefully and all is right with the world. It really is going to be ok.
Oh Ken, you really know how to make me cry, our pets are our children and our reactions, if we are good *parents*, are exactly the same in both cases. My human loved ones are are not quite so far away as yours but far enough and I try to convey my hugs by phone but in difficult times, ours and theirs, our people and ourselves, need those hugs, real or virtual, and if you will allow me, I will join in and send you mine. Thank heavens Louis found or was found by Ralf, bless both their hearts.
I’m so glad you found him! Merry Christmas!
Glad the day was saved.
Missed talking to you yesterday. Hope to do so today. I’ll try to keep this on & near me. I love & miss you.