The kennel sits empty in the entry way with a blanket folded neatly inside. A container of treats sits atop the kennel where one was taken from each evening when we got in from checking cows before bed. There is no nose prying its way between my arm and thigh as I try and tie my boots each morning. I don't hear the click of paws on the kitchen floor coming to greet me each morning at the bottom of the stairs. The list could really go on and on as the dog was by my side all the time when I was around. If I was working on something, she'd lay in the grass and watch me. If I was checking pastures, she was bouncing through the grass right along side of me.
I am still waiting for Meg to be by my side again. Meg was a pure bred Border Collie that I received last Labor Day and died as the result of an accident last Friday night. As some very close friends sold their farm and moved to town, they needed a place for their dog. My parents and I willingly accepted the dog. After going six years without a dog, I was quite surprised how fast I got back into the routine of having a dog on the place again.
Many people say that it's just a dog and I'll find another. Yet, those who understand that a farm dog is much more than a pet, know that a farm dog is hard to replace.
Yes, it did take this long for the reality of Meg being gone to really hit me. Why? I am just too busy. With work, the farm, and life; the level of stress at the moment is so far above my head tonight that I can't even see how high it is. (Hence why I am still awake at this hour of the night.)
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