Last night our lovely dog Buddy lay in the living room floor and wailed in pain. He was reacting to my daughters' sympathetic, melodic voice. He had been so brave and was always a talker. My husband would pull out the bag of dog food each evening and Buddy would begin his song of "Ri Ruv Roo" with distinguishable syllables. His tail would rotate full circle and his smile with his impressive white teeth would mouth, "hurry up and feed me" while doing his Labrador dance. Buddy was a drop off. An unwanted drop off. But, after two attempts at giving him away he was brought back for the final time and we decided he could stay. We already had Sadie, our very large Rottweiler, and Jill, our needy Australian Shephard. We soon lost Sadie and Buddy stepped right into the role of taking care of Jill. He became a part of our family. We spent the evening saying goodbye.
My husband, a devoted man to his family and also a Realtor accepted the responsibility of handling our loss. This entailed kissing me goodbye and helping me wipe away the tears, giving Buddy as much reassurance and love as he could and taking him to the Doctor to say Goodbye. This was more than I could deal with he told me, and he was right. He took care of all the details including the grave and it was just he and Jill.
I woke up and went to work like any other day. Except for the pain I was carrying. I found myself much more cognizant when I was handling customers and clients. I found myself driving around the lake for showings and I felt as if I were in a fog. I turned down a Farm To Market road with clients following me to see a house and ended up at the end of a road that dead-ended right in the lake. Oops. I was driving in circles trying to look like I knew what I was doing. I picked up the phone and called the Sellers agent to tell her I had taken a wrong turn. I told her I was all messed up with so much in my heart and head and this is what she said. "No one expects us Realtors to have a life". Up to that point I was accepting sympathy. When she said that I felt defensive. I was enjoying the folks behind me. I felt better when we were talking about the houses and the lake and so forth. I felt like I was doing what I wanted to do and not what I had to do. My head cleared for the sake of my clients and I forged right on ahead.
My husband and I use to get a kick out of the pictures of Realtors and their dogs!! Jill is alone now. What are we going to do? We don't want to get another companion for her. I don't think I want to love and lose more dogs! So, soon Jill will be going to the office with one or the other of us. And, as I think about it, you may be seeing Jill in the picture with us too! Our family grows smaller yet stronger. We are proud to be Realtors!
NEVER LET THE SUN SET WITHOUT SAYING, "I LOVE YOU". IT COULD BE THE LAST OPPORTUNITY YOU WILL HAVE.
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