It has been just over a week now that we lost our little Jack Russell Jessie. Whenever there is a loss or an addition to a pack; it shifts. For us the biggest shift has been meal time; one less mouth to feed throws everyone for a loop. Being that Jessie was absent for much of our dog life in general; it was those times when we was in attendance that there is a noticeable change. The biggest thing is that Jessie was always fed first; the other dogs are having a time with this, especially Elsa.
Elsa is one smart cookie; she figures out how things work and likes to stick to it. She has a difficult time veering from the norm and missing #1 during feeding time is no different. She knew that she got her food 4th, so now she is in a slight state of confusion when I put her bowl down 3rd. She stands, looking, hesitating and antsy. I am trying to mix it up anyway with Elsa because of her steadfast adherence to ritual; so she will learn to be #3.
Other than feeding time there doesn't seem to be much of a change in our pack. It is getting older and the care level is going up it seems everyday with Tilley. For much of my day spent unpacking and organizing I can briefly forget about our loss; then suddenly I will have a panic about where Jessie is. It only lasts a second or two until I remember, having cared for a dog for over 15.5 years makes it difficult to not have an eye out for her. Especially in the end when Jessie spent many hours wandering; I was always going to find her.
I am sure that all of this will hit home after the hustle and bustle of the move, unpack and holidays quiet. For now we are regrouping; getting adjusted and settling in.