We have a scruffy rough and tumble little dog living with us for many years now since son, H, found him abandoned on the beach.
We tried everything but couldn’t find his owner. He is utterly devoted to H as if he is eternally grateful for having been taken in and given the love he craves.
H was away for a few days and nothing, just nothing, I did could calm the poor dog or reassure him that he hadn’t been abandoned yet again.
Two days and nights of soulful pining nearly broke my heart and the little black and white petal.
On H’s return, he finally capitulated and broke down in fits of coughing that were like gut-wrenching sobs.
A trip to the vet this morning showed that his poor throat is all inflamed from the stress of it all. But, relaxtion is finally returning now that he can see that his beloved owner is back and cares about him even more than ever.