Join us as Brandon Witt goes Outside the Margins.
Last month, I warned you that I was at risk of turning Outside the Margins into my own personal therapy session. At the time, I thought I was kidding, or at least exaggerating. This month’s submission will be even more unapologetically self-serving. Well, I’ll apologize up front. Sorry for what you’re about to dive into (or skip).
I thought this post would be all about my first writing conference. About my first GRL. About how I could feel it launching me into the next phase of life, quitting my job, and taking a running leap into writing. And, GRL was all of that. And more. I never really thought I’d actually enjoy it. I was prepared to fake every second. I don’t like crowds, I don’t like being the center of attention (despite what The Witty Hour may suggest). However, nearly every second was perfect. A bunch of geeky readers and writers? I’ve finally found my people. I fit right in. That never really happens. And, of course, just like everyone has been online, people were phenomenally kind. The only strange part of it all was how truly wonderful people actually were. People were nervous to meet me! Nervous to speak to me! So strange. All of five people have read my books, comparatively. People offered to get me water during my book signings. I felt like Britney Spears, only with a bigger cheeseburger addiction and more tattoos. It was a surreal, heady, wonderful experience. And, I finally felt like a writer. Finally. Which was equally thrilling and terrifying all at the same time.
That’s what I’d planned on talking about. Waxing on and on about how much it meant and where it would take me. Blah, blah, blah.
I had to leave a day earlier than I’d planned. Had to buy a nearly $700 first class ticket to rush home. I’d never flown first class. Nor did I have the choice this time. I’m so thankful didn’t let that price tag change my mind and stay that extra night. That plane ride made the coming heartbreak more bearable. That plane ride allowed me one more walk, and one more night of sleeping on the couch with Dunkyn. For those of you that don’t know, I’m the daddy to two corgis. Dunkyn and Dolan. When I walked through the doors after that lavish plane ride, which I slept through, I knew. When I looked in Dunkyn’s eyes, I knew. I knew the vet appointment tomorrow would be pointless. I knew he would be gone.
My youngest, Dolan, has been sick for weeks and I’ve literally spent thousands on medications and tests trying to get him better. (Thank God for credit cards.) Things are still up in the air with him, and we don’t know if he will make it. Even so, I kept saying that I was more worried about Dunkyn than I was Dolan. There was nothing wrong, I just felt it.
It may seem strange to carry on over a dog. Or dogs, as the case may be. But, ask my boyfriend. Given the choice between spending the day with people or the day with dogs, I’ll pick dogs nearly every time.
And, I love both of my boys dearly. However, where as Dolan is my baby and my pet that I love so very dearly, Dunkyn was more. Dunkyn was my first dog as an adult. I got him when he was two. His owners didn’t really want him, as he wasn’t show quality. I went to get a puppy, then met Dunkyn. It was an instant connection. Dunkyn was afraid of everyone (and would be for years after), except me. From the first minute, he trotted to me, then jumped in my car. For the next ten years, Dunkyn was my companion. I fell asleep with him every night. He sat beside me as I wrote my first book on the front porch swing. He cuddled with me as I sobbed over breakup after breakup. He kept me nearly sane when the man I thought I’d marry left one day. He was my constant. He was never like my kid or pet. He was my friend. We nearly had the same personality, in a lot of ways. We’re both kind of friendly curmudgeons at the core.
I know there will be other dogs, other puppies, other fluffy ones that I love. I know Dolan and I will keep walking together, both of us missing our friend.
I also know that there will never be another Dunkyn.
I’m not one to believe in soul mates. However, that dog was made for me, and I for him.
I am so very thankful for every second I had with him, and that he gifted me with spending his life with me. I am thankful that he went quickly and didn’t have to suffer. I am thankful that we got one last night together, and that he was in my arms as he passed. That I got to whisper that it was okay for him to leave, that I loved him, and that I got to thank him for loving him so. I am so very thankful for how he changed and bettered my life.
I love you, Dunkyn. You are in my soul.
I will miss you forever.
Until we meet again.
~ Brandon Witt
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