You have probably all heard enough about Jimmy to last you for the rest of time but indulge me once more if you will.
Yesterday I walked Jimmy’s and my usual walk route. Of course I did it without Jimmy and I stopped and talked to each neighbour just like Jimmy and I did each day. I explained to each neighbour that Jimmy has gone on to her heavenly rewards and we shared tears and a little laugh and then I continued my walk to the next neighbour where Jimmy’s story was told again.
It is funny what a dog can do for you. I know every person on our block. I know their first names, their kids names, what they do for work, where their deceased husbands and kids are buried, who is divorced and who wants a divorce (I was sworn to secrecy on this one). I know who likes to sneak outside late at night and have a puff of weed while their kids are asleep. I know who to ask to get insider tips on the stock market and who to see to get a ride in a Ferrari (review of the Ferrari coming here soon). I know who to ask for help with plumbing, drywalling, framing. I know who has a roll of vapour barrier I can borrow and who watched through drawn curtains as Jimmy crapped on her lawn, which I picked up.
I know my neighbourhood and the people in it because Jimmy introduced me to them. I miss my sweet puppy so very much that it actually hurts.