Living Out of and in a Suitcase

I try not to complain about how much I travel for work because 1.) the ability to travel freely is a privilege denied to many and 2.) less than three years ago I was jobless, burning through my savings and living in a roach infested apartment to save money while we got our feet back under us.

During this time, Oscar was a constant. A constant source of happiness, love, support, stability and non-judgement.

Going back to trying not to complain about work travel… I missed my connection tonight – the last one out – due to the airline’s mechanical error with check-ins and am spending the night at a Detroit airport hotel. One more night away from home and my Big Guy and my Little Guy.

Robinson and I leave for vacation tomorrow. We’ll be gone five days and this was going to my one night to snuggle Oscar before leaving again. I’m sitting in my hotel room feeling lonely, sad and guilty. Somehow, Oscar is able to feel this too. Robinson sent me this picture just minutes ago of Oscar. He climbed into our partially packed suitcase to snuggle. I feel you, Little Buddy. See you in the morning.

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2 thoughts on “Living Out of and in a Suitcase

  1. Aw, don’t feel guilty. He gets it and will be there to greet you with a smile and a lick on Monday and you can start again.

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  2. This was so sweet. Tears are brimming out of my eyes. I feel sad for the unfortunate souls who will never experience the pure, immersive, trusting love of a dog. I remember you telling me once that your dad said Oscar (or was it Bostons?) are “all colon.” But we know he isn’t right about that. While they may have a big, healthy colon, in truth, they are almost all heart. 🙂

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