It’s been strange, with the warm weather, we’ve been talking about Mari a lot and posting less… no sightings, not even false ones recently — at least not since the ones we eliminated. With the change in weather, we’ve been talking about the funny warm weather stuff she’d do, like nose bop the bedroom door open to enjoy the air conditioning for a bit (we have a window unit) and then wander back downstairs, leaving the door open of course. The first few times it happened, I blamed Andrew for letting the cold air out, but we figured it out quickly! We’d put ice cubes in Mari’s water bowl, and she’d fish them out and crunch them, leaving bits that’d melt into micro puddles. This weekend, I bought ice cream sandwiches for the first time since she got lost. Of course Mari can’t have chocolate, but I’d let her lick a tiny bit of ice cream off the wrappers — it was our joint treat. She was kind of obsessed with cold things — ice cubes, Frosty Paws, ice cream — for all that she loved to bake outside for hours on end. We’ve also been finding Mari fur again as we’ve been switching out shoes and clothes. It really stuck to everything.
For months, we were sure she was out there, but we’re getting to the point where we just don’t know. It’s easy to be certain when the sightings are solid — when people can describe details like the color of her collar and tags or when she runs up to greet a dog she knows — but the longer we go without definite sightings, the tougher it is. Talking is keeping her alive and present, even if she isn’t here in our house, and it’s also letting us say goodbye a little at a time. We’re so lucky to have adopted such a wonderful little creature, and Mari’s my first dog — first pet of any sort — and I can’t imagine a better companion. The thing is I never had pets growing up because my mom said it was too sad when you lost them — she’d lost a cat for a couple of days and was devastated, and even though it came back that feeling was still there. But Mari’s worth it. I’m so glad we brought her here, where she could become her sassy, smartypantaloons self, that we could teach her games like Find It, and introduced her to squirrels and cats and squeaker toys and blueberries and peanut butter and, of course, bacon.
We still miss you, sol. Hope you’ve got a big stick to crunch, wherever you are.