My dog lives for tennis balls and I live for him. I know for a fact that my dog Klaus has saved my life. My dedication to him is unquestionable as is his loyalty to me. Klaus was intended to be a foster dog but I proved to be a foster failure, just as Jason had predicted. We got Klaus from the SPCA just a few weeks after arriving home from our honeymoon and we officially adopted him right before Thanksgiving 2011. I always identified myself as more of a “cat” person so I didn’t expect to fall madly and immediately in love with a dog, especially a dog that wanted to play constantly and never ran low on energy. But the two of us quickly bonded and he became my shadow. He follows me from room to room observing my every action with keen interest and often wedges himself between me and any object in close proximity, like the kitchen sink or another pet.
Jason was admittedly jealous of Klaus in the same way I was jealous of Jason’s job. Whatever stole Jason’s time away from me was a threat because that meant Jason loved something else more than me, or at least that was my perception. I suppose Jason felt the same way when I would spend hours throwing the tennis ball for Klaus. I would often ask Jason how I would possibly cope if something happened to Klaus…but I never thought to ask Klaus how I would cope if something happened to Jason.
Klaus can’t tell me how to survive the long days without Jason but he’s one of the reasons I do, and will.