Bo’s confusion continued into the next morning — a worse day than Saturday. He awoke unsure where he was and how he got here. Thought a “main event” was coming and wanted to know what to do to get ready. Thought he had arrived here by plane.
At one point, we were sitting on the bottom stair steps, my arm around his shoulder. I was trying to reassure him, to convince him that there was absolutely nothing planned, that he hadn’t forgotten anything. And then Emma dog came to him. She squeezed between us and crawled onto Bo’s lap. It was obvious that she knew he was upset and actually pushed me out of the way.
Beautiful Emma has made such a difference in our lives. She’s so gentle and easy, always trying to please. She sleeps in the family room and when morning comes, waits for Bo to come down, sometimes standing at the bottom of the steps. And when he appears at the top , her song begins — whining, talking, sort of barking …. her tail pounding the floor. When he gets to the bottom step, she rolls over, feet up — so happy that her whole body wiggles. It’s a joy to watch.
Each afternoon we drive to a park to walk with her. It’s so good for Bo to get into the fresh air, walking and talking. He always comes home better than he left. But he still doesn’t remember her name or where she came from. He asks how long we’ve had her and how old she is over and over again. And now he sometimes calls her “Charlie,” the name of one of the cats.
When we got her 5 months ago, Emma weighed about 44 pounds. Now she weighs 61 . No doubt some of this is due to her renewed health and good food, but, alas, a lot of it is due to the many snacks she gets every day from Bo — cookies, cat food, ice cream, cheese — even half a meatloaf. In fact, I just found the cat dish in Emma’s bed. And no matter how many times I tell him that she can’t continue to get snacks, he forgets.