My Writing PartnerPosted: December 4, 2015
Benz is sick.
Benz is Waco‘s dog. Over the last year I’ve grown to know him, love him. That’s him in the pic above.
We had our struggles. He didn’t like me giving attention to Waco. In his mind, she belonged to him. We negotiated a settlement: He (and Troy Aikman) get her when I’m in Knoxville and we “share” her when I’m in Chattanooga.
We learned to respect one another as worthy adversaries. Plus I give him treats, so there’s that.
On days I work in Chattanooga, Benz accompanies me to the deck. On chillier days he’ll lay in the sun, clad in his sweater.
Warmer days. he’s content to sit by me on the love seat.
Benz got sick this last week. He’s 13 years old and getting sick at his advanced age can be tough. He’s at the vet’s as I write this. It started out looking bleak, but it looks like he’ll pull through again.
That dog is made of iron.
I lost my dog several years ago and between a divorce, moving, business hadn’t gotten a new one yet. Benz fills a void in my life.
Waco loves Benz. Since her divorce and with her kids on their own, he has been her roommate, friend, confident and co-conspirator. They snuggle in bed and watch Dateline and Game of Thrones together.
Waco has children and friends, and Benz is much a part of her family.
I hate to think about Benz leaving us. It will be incredibly hard on her and her children and even on me.
Fortunately, this time, it looks like he will beat death once again.
I’m not a praying man, but if you are, you might want to shoot up a little petition. Benz and Waco would appreciate it.