I've mentioned before that Zappa and I were never very tight. In fact, he wasn't my favorite out of the bunch. He was smart enough to get Daddy Dog Brut in trouble when Zappa was the one who started messing with Brut. He knew exactly how to push Brut's buttons, and then cry for me and I, not seeing what happened, would blame Brut. Once I caught on, I didn't care for Zappa or his antics. Brut was my dog and Zappa was too smart for his own good. To top it off, Zappa was hubby, Mark's dog. So, even though I loved him, there was always a riff between Zappa and I.
Rewind to almost 2 years ago when the Chance, Blaze and Fiona died:
Things were pretty rough. We had just lost Chance 3 days before and it was our first day after Fiona died. All our emotions were raw. My lunches were always spent with the Front Dogs (Chance and Blaze) since their headquarters were in the kitchen. And here I was sitting with this stranger of a dog all alone on the back porch and I didn't know what to do. Maybe Zappa would like to share my sandwich. So I ran in, fixed lunch, and offered him some turkey.
He took it slowly and gently. His eyes relayed he was still in shock and fresh pain. I'm sure my eyes were a reflection of his. For a moment we connected. For a moment we were there for each other. And for a moment our personal feelings for each other didn't matter. For that moment we just were.
For that moment, we were OK.