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.




Remember this Face

This is one of my current favorite photos of Oscar. It reminds me of when I first got him as a puppy. I would hold him and he would intentionally look up at me and just look into my face as if to soak me in, like he was telling himself, “This is my new mommy. She will take care of me. Remember this face.”

To this day, sometimes in the morning I will wake up and Oscar will be laying aside me just looking at me. I like to think it’s all out of love and adoration, but it’s probably because he’s waiting for me to wake up and feed him.

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