Tasha at tenPosted: May 1, 2014
If you have been reading this blog for a while you know this calculation. We brought Tasha home from the shelter on All Saints’ Day, 1 November, 2005. The vet told us that she was about a year and a half at the time. Given that, we set her birthday as May 1st, in honor of my late maternal grandmother. That means Tasha is ten today.
Amazing. And she hasn’t slowed down a bit.
She is also as committed to her routine as she ever has been. She is more insistent on her routine that any pet that either Terry or I can remember. She pounces next to me when the light turns downstairs on in the morning, because that means it’s time for her breakfast. She shadows me in the morning and afternoons when it’s time for her dry food.
But what she really loves is when we go upstairs in the evening and put our feet up. It seems, somehow, that I am responsible for moving that along. If I am on the computer after the work day she sits and stares at me, as if to say, “Daddy, you need to go downstairs and start dinner!” If Terry is cooking dinner, she’ll do the same, as if to say, “Daddy, you need to go downstairs and eat dinner so we can come back upstairs.” When I’m downstairs cooking she’s looking at me as if to say, “Daddy, when are you putting dinner on the table? We need to go upstairs!”
That’s our Tasha. Her routine is essential.