One of the hardest things I do while coming and going from home – to college, to vacation, to cycling, to housesitting, etc – is saying goodbye to my animals.
The animals don’t think in terms “tomorrow,” they think in terms of “right now” and can’t fathom why you, their love, would ever want to leave their side. So, when the bags come out, anxiety rises and I find myself smiling overly with my dog just to keep those sad brown eyes from piercing my soul.
Just to make it worse, he yowls if he knows I’m leaving. I can hear him from a half mile away.
At least I can promise him that I’ll come back, right?