If Gatsby Could Blog: A Corgi’s Perspective on Life (and Missing My Human)
Hi. It’s me. Gatsby.
Yes, that Gatsby. The fluffy, stubby-legged corgi with the big ears, bigger attitude, and even bigger heart.
I’ve been on a little…vacation lately. Not by choice, of course. If it were up to me, I’d be curled up next to my human right now—listening to her breathe while she types away on her laptop (probably writing about me. As she should).
But alas, here I am. Channeling my inner canine Hemingway to give you all the scoop from the dog’s-eye view.
I Still Think About Our Walks
Remember Burchfield Park? That trail where we spotted deer and you freaked out (quietly, so as not to scare them)? Yeah, I think about that a lot. Not because of the deer. But because of you. You always walked slower when your heart was heavy. I knew when to stick close and when to trot ahead and scout for squirrels. We were a good team. Except for that one time I couldn’t resist chasing those inquisitive deer!
Life Without You Is…Ruff
I know you’re struggling. I feel it, even from far away. And it hurts me too. I may not understand human words (except “treat,” “walk,” “Gatsby no!”), but I know when you’re sad. That’s when I’d do my best corgi loaf on your chest. That’s when I’d press my head into your hand and just stay. No fixing. Just being.
I Dream About You at Night
Every nap, I see flashes of you:
You, laughing at my wigglebutt.
You, crying and holding me so tight I couldn’t even wiggle.
You, calling my name like it’s the only word that matters.
I try to send little signs. Like that time your phone glitched and you saw my photo again. Or when you heard a bark that sounded just like mine. That was me, in a way. Telling you: I’m still here. You’re still my person.
I’ll Be Home One Day
I don’t know when, but I know this: we’ll be together again. I’ve got so many tail wags saved up just for you. So many face licks. So many zoomies ready to go.
Until then, promise me this:
Keep going.
Keep writing.
Keep healing.
You’re doing better than you think.
I love you.
Forever your corgi,
Gatsby the Great
Gatsby the Corgi taking a break during a spring hike at Burchfield Park—dreaming of belly rubs, deer trails, and being back by my side.
