It had been a very very long night. An unexpected emergency room visit turned into a 6 hour long drill of tests, doctor consults, more tests and finally a diagnosis. After admissions were completed for my husband and it was clear he would be well taken care of, I headed home. At 3:30 a.m, a hospital parking lot is eerily quiet. I was beyond exhausted. And the only thing I could think of was how soon I could get back to the hospital. I mentally noted that after a few hours of sleep I would be able to return.
When I walked into the house the dogs greeted me at the door. They had witnessed the scurry at home as my husband was escorted to the ER earlier that night. Now, I returned without him.
I set my alarm for 6:30 a.m. and stretched out on the bed
My dogs do not sleep on my bed. It’s a habit we never started. They have their own sleeping place, ( a couple of them actually) but my bed is not one of them.
I no sooner laid down and felt my 2 dogs jump on the bed. Maxie circled and collapsed at my bent knee. Mia, gently laid down against my opposite leg. They both breathed a heavy sigh, as if to say, ‘we are here’.
In that moment I knew that they knew all of the stress and worry that I was feeling. There has never been a time in all the years I have had the pleasure of owning my dogs, that I felt closer to them.
How they knew, to this day, still amazes me.
We all fell promptly asleep until that alarm clock screeched 3 hours later.
(footnote: my husband recovered beautifully and my dogs STILL have that uncanny ability to just KNOW.)