Weekly Update 93

I had to leave my dog with my father while I was gone.

I needed to wait for my ride to pick me up, so I got back from leaving Winry in her crate at dad’s and I took a very fat nap. But before I slept and after I woke up, I felt haunted.

When I walked in, I expected to hear her whine, or the tap of her feet on the linoleum of my kitchen. When I woke up on my futon, I thought I could hear her shift her position on the chair and a half next to me. I expected to see her nose and inch from my face, or her yowling yawn she does when she is bored. Nothing.

I made lunch and found traces of her by the trash can. She started grabbing trash and tearing it recently, and some lint from my laundry was torn and chewed on my floor. My clothes were covered in her hair. I slept on the futon, where she mostly sleeps.

I think my dog is haunting me. I dreamed of going on my family’s annual vacation and we ended up in an Air BnB with a bunch of random dogs. It was adorable. I hope Winry will be ok when I cam gone. I hope she will not miss me too much.