Forty eight hours have passed since “Ma Ma” left us. Barron spent yesterday running around barking at the fence, barking at nothing, barking a different bark. He was crying out for his “Ma Ma“, where are you? The bark was an expression of painful separation. For the last five years, Ma Ma and Barron have been constant companions and playmates in the front yard at 1990 Gibralter.
For now, the fun is gone. Please don’t tell me that dogs don’t have separation woes or depression. Dogs have feelings too. Will he adjust as we humans adjust? Probably, we shall see but death is so final and our post separation world will never be quite the same.
G. Goslaw
Landers, Ca.
