What do I miss most about home?
This is a question I get asked regularly. And I can categorically answer what I miss most.
In truth it’s my dogs.
Even though at home they lived with my ex girlfriend and I would often go weeks or months without seeing them, I miss them more then words can describe.
I have purposely not let my ex know my US phone number just to keep things easy and let me carry on this part of my life guilt free.
I just miss knowing that I had access to them whenever I wanted to. I miss their personalities. I miss that Maisie would lay on my couch and sleep all day and how Tallulah wouldn’t leave my side.
I need them in my life. I need the love that a dog brings.
Here in the city it wouldn’t be fair on any dog. I work 9 hours plus a day and I would never leave a dog alone that long. I want a social life on top of that and it wouldn’t be fair.
I don’t think I would just want a dog for having a dogs sake. I want my dogs. My Maisie and my Tallulah.
I want to wake up with them and walk around Central Park with. Or even better take them somewhere they can run and hunt like I used to back in Reading.
I just miss the unfaltering love I got from them. Knowing that they are still alive, well and being looked after by someone else kills me.
