October 18, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Me and My Shadow
Wilma follows me into the kitchen, her toenails going tick tick tick on the floor.
“Wilma, must you follow me everywhere?”
I’m just getting a drink of water. “You don’t need to follow me, honey, I’m coming right back.”
“But you might go away.”
“I’ll tell you if I’m going away, okay?”
Wilma trots after me, tick tick tick down the hall.
“Wilma, remember what I said?”
“Yes but you might want to go for a walk.”
“It’s not time for your walk, Sweetie. Don’t worry, I won’t go for your walk without you, okay?”
I return to my office and…you guessed it…tick tick tick.
Trying to keep the frustration out of my voice, I say, “Wilma, I promise I won’t leave without you.”
“So you don’t have to follow me.”
“But you need me to protect you.”
Ah. I get it. She’s a rescue dog after all, and at least twice in her life, her people left her and never came back.
I kiss the top of her velvety head. “Thank you for protecting me, Wilma,” I say.
“You are welcome,” she says. “I like to be needed.”
I know the feeling.