Love Is Love.

Love Is Love

 

We can't help who we love.  Or how much we love them.  And when you lose someone you love that meant the world to you, whether human or pet, love is love...and it's a loss.

 

I lost my best friend last week.  He was hairy, and snored, and had terrible breath, and yelled dramatically

A Spoiled Rotten Pug Lived with me....Indeed

when anyone walked by my house, and was grumpy, and ate trash.  And I barely remember any of that anymore.  I just remember how excited he was to wake up and stand on my head in the morning to tell me how much he missed me while he was sleeping.  What an awesome love.  I'm glad I know it, because I was equally as excited to see him every morning.  I had no idea how quiet morning routines could be without my little grumpy man.  Especially as it turns colder here in Tennessee.  He loved this time of year.  Yes, he told me that.  We called it Warm Belly Season, cause as soon as it got colder his little belly turned warm as an oven and was great to warm your hands on.  And he would run around like crazy outside, then rush to burrow under a blanket on my lap while watching a good murder mystery on TV.  He always solved it.  He solved a lot of things for me.

 

 

 

 My little black pug Bono was my most amazing companion for over 12 years.  I got him when he was so very tiny, right when I picked up and moved to Los Angeles on a whim (a recurring activity in my life....picking

Sunday Mornings are for Bloody Merry's and the New Yorker

up and flying away that is).  I was a lost little soul for quite sometime upon that move, and he was by my side for all of it.  The only real constant I had at the time.  Bono came to the studio with me from the time he was a baby and would push his smushed pug face up against the window when I was in the vocal booth.  I swear I can hear pug snorting on some of those old tracks.  They sound so sweet :)

 

Bono traveled with me, moved with me, and saw so much change in my life.  Perhaps he realized the changes as they were happening even more than me.  He saw me laugh a whole lot, and cry a whole lot more.  Come to think of it, he was my favorite "person" to cry with and one of the few that has seen my ugly cry.  He knew how to lick the ugly cry right off! He knew everything about me and loved me anyway. 

 

 

 

When we moved to Nashville we got Bono a little kid brother to nag him, which annoyed the crap out of Bono and made him an even grumpier old man than before.  But they secret cuddled, and I pretended I didn't notice.  But I did.  And it was the sweetest love.  And little brother is so lost without Bono telling him what to do and prancing around leading the way.  I don't know how to fix that void for little brother, but so far it has involved letting him run free at a farm, eat extra treats, and burrow under my covers.  I like to hide my head too little guy...I totally get it.  I've been doing the same a bit myself lately.

 

 

 

Bono was my first personal pet.  And the first pet I have had to "make a decision" about.  Letting him go was so difficult, and yet not.  He was suffering and I never want anyone I love to suffer.  So that's that.  And he's not now.  And I'm just jealous of that rainbow they all speak about.  What a happy place that must be right now.  I hope they have chocalote at the rainbow, and lots of it.  And trash.  Heaven knows it's scattered all over the foot of the rainbow at this point.  Good work buddy.

 

I have so many dear friends who helped look after my pugs when Seamus and I were traveling, and they loved him just like good aunties do.  My friends gave him special tortilla chip snacks, bought him jewelry (yes), and probably took him on more walks than I did myself.  I loved watching my friends love on my baby.  And several people have said to me, "wow if you loved Bono so much can you even imagine the love you would have for a baby?"  To which I said....Love is love.  And if you make an impact on me I'm gonna love you with every ounce of my being.  Baby, dog, grownup, plant....whatever!  Love is love.  And I loved Bono with all that I had.  

 

I'll never not miss Bono.  And I'll never forget what he taught me about love, and comfort, and how to enjoy the simple things.  They should let a dog teach life lessons at colleges sometime.  And I'm sure the dog would title the class "All We Need Is Love."  I'd take that class. 

 

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.  And I'm so happy that my little buddy is running free there now.

The Rainbow Bridge

Comments

[Ken Morton Jr]

Beautiful tribute, Miss Lindsay.

[Susan Morgan]

Thank you for sharing Bono & your loving companionship story. Our pets are truly special Blessings in our lives. Love those fields at the Rainbow's end, Susan