Like at every baby shower, you get a bunch of things. One of the many things I received at my baby shower for my first born was a security blanket that had the head of a puppy attached to it with arms. It was so cute. After many months after my son was born he had a liking to this blanket. He carried it everywhere, he chewed on his ears and his arms. Everywhere we went, this blanket came with us. He was washed hundreds of times...his colors faded...arms and ears were demolished. Now he was just a head with a rattle attached to a blanket. Soon after that, his head popped off and we had to do some extensive surgery to reattach his head. Jared named him pup or shake pup and when people would ask him what he was holding, he would proudly shove it into their faces, shake him and reply..this is my shake pup. For 5 years, pup graced our home. Like one of the family, he played outside, took baths (in the washing machine), sat at the table during dinner and went to sleep with Jared. He had a great way of sleeping with him...he would drape him across his chest and have pup's little head snuggle against his cheek. Jared would say...mmm...I love you pup and make pup say I love you too in his best puppy voice back to him.
Jared brought him out to his pre-k graduation and stuck him in the back of his stroller so he could see him graduate. Then afterwards, Jared wanted to go out to lunch to Chili's to celebrate. When I suggested that pup stay home, he said...he wants to celebrate with us. How can you argue with that? So off we went to Chili's. Pup sat in the booth next to Jared while he ate his cheese sandwich, came with us in the bathroom and then left the restaurant. We got to the car and drove to the park and then off to the post office to run a few errands. When we arrived home, we hopped out of the car and Jared slammed the door. "Where's pup?", Jared asked. I looked at him with a blank stare..."He's probably in the car". Jared went back to the car and looked. No pup. Under the seat. No pup. Oh no. Pup's gone.
Frantically, I buckled everyone back in the car and drove back to Chili's while I called them to look before I came to look. "No, sorry..I don't see anything". I get there in record timing and I run inside during dinner time and start looking all over the place for pup under the seats...in the bathroom...nothing. I went back to our booth where we were sitting and look again under the table, explaining to these nice old ladies that my son lost his little pup and I just would like to look quickly. Nothing. Discouraged, we walk out to the parking lot and retrace our steps as we walk to the place where we parked our car. I turn to look at Jared and I say to him...I'm so sorry Jared. I think he's gone. Tears build up in his eyes and he lets out a sad cry as the tears fall down his cheeks. I throw my sunglasses on...I'm now crying because my son's pup is gone. We walk back to the car and go home. Jared is sniffling in the back of the car and I keep looking at him in the rear view mirror feeling so bad for him. His best friend...pup...how could we lose him? How could no one spot him? I call Rob and I tell him the story while I burst out crying. I tell him to please go to Chili's after work and look again for me. He goes. Nothing. In my freakishly traumatized state, I write to the psychic that I'm friendly with...in desperation...maybe she knows where Pup is. I even go on e-bay. There has to be a replacement Pup...but I know it's not the same. This one has ears and arms. Jared's pup has 5 years with him...the memories...the trips...the snuggling in his bed. Jared comes up behind me and looks over my shoulder at the e-bay page with a new pup on it. "Mama...what are you looking at?" I turn around and wipe the tears off my face. "It's a new pup", I say. He looks at the computer screen and a small smile appears on his face. I ask him, "Do you want a new pup?" He shakes his head and replies, "Yes". I said, "He's not the same as old pup..he has arms and ears and a red collar...he's new. Are you going to still be sad about the old pup?" He thinks for a moment and then says the most heartbreaking thing ever. "No...maybe someone found old pup and took him home. Now it's his turn to take care of someone new."
Wow...I got up from the table and started crying again, trying to hide it from Jared. That was the sweetest thing I had ever heard a kid say.
We placed the order on e-bay that day. The new pup will be here in 4-7 business days. He's travelling all the way from Colorado.
The weekend had passed and we were slowly getting over the loss of pup. Well, maybe he was. Not me. I was still upset. I started thinking how ironic it was how he lost pup on the day that he graduated pre-k. The baby years of school were gone and so was pup...something that symbolized his baby years. Something that got him through a scraped knee or a nightmare. I was upset and cried because all that represented him in a stuffed animal was now gone. Nothing to hold onto...nothing to show him when he was married one day.
The phone rings on Monday afternoon...I pick it up and who is it? The psychic. She told me that she had some feelings like something was wrong with me. She wanted to call me the day before but didn't. She just read the e-mail about 10 minutes before she called me and then her feelings finally made sense to her. She started to tell me about her cat...whom she calls pup. She knew that her cat and my situation had a connection. Little did she know that my e-mail about Jared's pup was linked to the name of her cat...Pup.
I said to her..."He's probably gone...I just wanted to know if you had any feelings as to where we left him...where he was lost."
She replied..."He's not gone...he's not in the garbage...he's underneath a bench...something wooden."
She then described Chili's perfectly. The red brick color tile floor, the long aisle to the bathroom, the wooden benches. She tells me that someone accidentally kicked him under the benches and he's there.
So I send Rob back again tonight to check once again. He said he did a thorough scan of the restaurant and he didn't find a thing.
Wow. I guess she was wrong about that. She was right with so many other things...she also told me to check the place where I didn't go....the post office and the park center. So I guess I will be checking there tomorrow. Even though new pup will be here in 4-7 business days, I still wanted to bring old pup home. I envisioned pup with dust and dirt all over his face being brought in by my husband. Oh well. I guess new pup will have to do for now. But that doesn't mean I'll stop looking.
Like I said...I think I was more upset than Jared. Rest in peace pup...thanks for the memories.Jared brought him out to his pre-k graduation and stuck him in the back of his stroller so he could see him graduate. Then afterwards, Jared wanted to go out to lunch to Chili's to celebrate. When I suggested that pup stay home, he said...he wants to celebrate with us. How can you argue with that? So off we went to Chili's. Pup sat in the booth next to Jared while he ate his cheese sandwich, came with us in the bathroom and then left the restaurant. We got to the car and drove to the park and then off to the post office to run a few errands. When we arrived home, we hopped out of the car and Jared slammed the door. "Where's pup?", Jared asked. I looked at him with a blank stare..."He's probably in the car". Jared went back to the car and looked. No pup. Under the seat. No pup. Oh no. Pup's gone.
Frantically, I buckled everyone back in the car and drove back to Chili's while I called them to look before I came to look. "No, sorry..I don't see anything". I get there in record timing and I run inside during dinner time and start looking all over the place for pup under the seats...in the bathroom...nothing. I went back to our booth where we were sitting and look again under the table, explaining to these nice old ladies that my son lost his little pup and I just would like to look quickly. Nothing. Discouraged, we walk out to the parking lot and retrace our steps as we walk to the place where we parked our car. I turn to look at Jared and I say to him...I'm so sorry Jared. I think he's gone. Tears build up in his eyes and he lets out a sad cry as the tears fall down his cheeks. I throw my sunglasses on...I'm now crying because my son's pup is gone. We walk back to the car and go home. Jared is sniffling in the back of the car and I keep looking at him in the rear view mirror feeling so bad for him. His best friend...pup...how could we lose him? How could no one spot him? I call Rob and I tell him the story while I burst out crying. I tell him to please go to Chili's after work and look again for me. He goes. Nothing. In my freakishly traumatized state, I write to the psychic that I'm friendly with...in desperation...maybe she knows where Pup is. I even go on e-bay. There has to be a replacement Pup...but I know it's not the same. This one has ears and arms. Jared's pup has 5 years with him...the memories...the trips...the snuggling in his bed. Jared comes up behind me and looks over my shoulder at the e-bay page with a new pup on it. "Mama...what are you looking at?" I turn around and wipe the tears off my face. "It's a new pup", I say. He looks at the computer screen and a small smile appears on his face. I ask him, "Do you want a new pup?" He shakes his head and replies, "Yes". I said, "He's not the same as old pup..he has arms and ears and a red collar...he's new. Are you going to still be sad about the old pup?" He thinks for a moment and then says the most heartbreaking thing ever. "No...maybe someone found old pup and took him home. Now it's his turn to take care of someone new."
Wow...I got up from the table and started crying again, trying to hide it from Jared. That was the sweetest thing I had ever heard a kid say.
We placed the order on e-bay that day. The new pup will be here in 4-7 business days. He's travelling all the way from Colorado.
The weekend had passed and we were slowly getting over the loss of pup. Well, maybe he was. Not me. I was still upset. I started thinking how ironic it was how he lost pup on the day that he graduated pre-k. The baby years of school were gone and so was pup...something that symbolized his baby years. Something that got him through a scraped knee or a nightmare. I was upset and cried because all that represented him in a stuffed animal was now gone. Nothing to hold onto...nothing to show him when he was married one day.
The phone rings on Monday afternoon...I pick it up and who is it? The psychic. She told me that she had some feelings like something was wrong with me. She wanted to call me the day before but didn't. She just read the e-mail about 10 minutes before she called me and then her feelings finally made sense to her. She started to tell me about her cat...whom she calls pup. She knew that her cat and my situation had a connection. Little did she know that my e-mail about Jared's pup was linked to the name of her cat...Pup.
I said to her..."He's probably gone...I just wanted to know if you had any feelings as to where we left him...where he was lost."
She replied..."He's not gone...he's not in the garbage...he's underneath a bench...something wooden."
She then described Chili's perfectly. The red brick color tile floor, the long aisle to the bathroom, the wooden benches. She tells me that someone accidentally kicked him under the benches and he's there.
So I send Rob back again tonight to check once again. He said he did a thorough scan of the restaurant and he didn't find a thing.
Wow. I guess she was wrong about that. She was right with so many other things...she also told me to check the place where I didn't go....the post office and the park center. So I guess I will be checking there tomorrow. Even though new pup will be here in 4-7 business days, I still wanted to bring old pup home. I envisioned pup with dust and dirt all over his face being brought in by my husband. Oh well. I guess new pup will have to do for now. But that doesn't mean I'll stop looking.
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