When my 13 year old Rough-Tough-Scaredy-Ridgeback X, Emma, gets scared by thunder or a noise on the dog-hearing spectrum she takes sanctuary in my room.
It's nice to think I can provide comfort. When my husband was alive they'd all run to him; men obviously have superior protection skills that I couldn't offer so it's nice that I still "rate" at as it were.
|(Tell me those eyes aren't old soul eyes.)|
What will I do when she's gone? Will a hamster provide me with as much comfort, or make me feel as safe in my own home?
|And the carpet doesn't bear thinking about- it did extra time yesterday during the hours of thunder we endured.|