• A Pet Sitter Says Good Bye

Teddy

It's never easy. Dogs are "mine" for a week or two, or a month, as in this case. With Rena and Teddy I've hiked, ridden in the car, eaten dinner, watched TV, and snored (I snore; they breathe softly and when Teddy dreams, he whines). My clock has been attuned to them for a month.

Their mom returns within the hour. They are no longer "mine." I am a guest. Thank you, you did a great job, good bye.

Rena

I moved Rena's dog bed and her stuffed penguin to her mom's room. Teddy's fuzzy tan blankie lies on his mom's bed, stained by saliva and clouds of dog hair. Rena and Teddy are resting in her room now.

I feel the loss already. I signed up for this—I love pet sitting—but right now there's a hole in my heart.