The Manor has seen a bit of an upheaval over the last ten days.
For a start, the place is incredibly quiet. No yelling of obscenities, No demands. No clatter of things being thrown. No nothing really.
Of course I have been doing a lot of driving and have probably covered more miles in a week than I did all of last year.
The silent sufferers though are the animals. Or one animal in particular.
Penny was always a great one for getting excited at the rattle of car keys. It meant a drive somewhere, or a walk, or best of all a trip to the coffee shop. She doesn’t like being left alone. Sometimes, if I were going somewhere she couldn’t go I would tell her that I was sorry but that I would be back soon. She’d stand somewhat accusingly as I closed the door in her face.
Now there isn’t a flicker when I pick up the keys. She now knows that she’s not coming and that I won’t be back soon. She doesn’t even follow me to the front door. She is resigned to another day of loneliness. She is also somewhat confused as to the lack of Herself. She has stopped searching the house and just lies there looking depressed.
When I do eventually return, there is a dash of wild excitement and a treat or two but she knows I shall probably fuck off again the following day.
What about Cat, you ask? Hah! Cat couldn’t give a shit. So long as she is fed and has access to the garden occasionally she wouldn’t care if the house was deserted or full of zombies.
Anyhows the day is drawing on. Time for me to leave and traipse up to the hospital again.
Now I just get a sigh from the dog.