I’m just not used to this.
The Dad Peep and I have been together for a long time. While navigating the brutal loss of our second beloved Scottie, it occurred to me: we’ve been dog peeps for the majority of our married life. And I had a puppy when we started dating.
Face it, we’re dog people. Childfree by choice. Dog peeps by choice. For the most part, we’ve always been a family of three.
The jolt of becoming a family of two last December, was just that. A jolt.
We were inseparable. And with us (the two-legged ones) both working from home, that’s quite a lot of time to spend together. Quite. A. Lot.
When BoBo passed, I was working in an office. I can now say that I never fully understood what my better half went through when he found himself alone at home back then.
Now I understand. Because, until recently, Dad Peep worked at a client location during the day. He did that for several years. So, it was Stuart and I. At home. The two of us.
No more being mad at each other and asking Stuart to “tell your Daddy I’m going to the store and will be back in a while. Just in case he wonders where I am.” Stuart would look at me and tilt his head: “Huh? Tell him yourself”.
No more “boy I can’t wait to get home to Stuart” after a vacation that most people would want to last forever.
No more of a lot of things.
But one thing’s for sure. The two of us are inseparable. Wandering aimlessly around sometimes, wondering why Stuart had to leave us, but inseparable.
Thanks Dad Peep. For helping me through this.
I’ve got your back, too.