I never thought dogs could get depressed, or really have emotions, until I started noticing Toby’s actions when it was time to leave Lake George.
Now I’m a believer.
It started one day while I was packing the car last summer. I couldn’t find Toby. I was calling him, searching all over for him. He was no where to be found.
Then, I see the blankets on my bed moving.
The brown, white and black covers, — the same colors as my dog – moved a little more.
“Tob? Little boy? Are you under there?” I asked in a little kid voice.
His little head sheepishly popped out.
“You wanna stay, and not go back to Jersey?” I asked.
Toby snuggled in tighter to me and bumped my hand. I was so heartbroken we had to leave.
“Awww! My poor baby boy!”
And, I proceeded to put my head down next to him on the bed.
Last weekend, while I was gathering everything he sat in his blue blanket on the loveseat with his head perched on the arm just watching me.