One year ago I lost my dog Jess to cancer. He was not a trained service dog. But he was SO much a service dog. He opened the oven for me. He alerted me of seizures. He was also conveniently always there when I fell and broke my fall and helped me to get up. He was my constant companion. I’ve never loved an animal like I loved Jess. I have a feeling I never will again.
Two months before he passed away, an owl came. The owl would fly to a branch that is over our deck when I would let Jess out at night. He was very sick every night. We had to take him out a lot. The owl came and would look at Jess, then at me, and she was do her owl call. I talked to her every single night for at least an hour. After Jess passed away she still stayed with me for a few months and then I didn’t see her again. Here is a picture of her.
This year another owl family has come. I wonder if it is her family. There is a mother and two siblings. The female baby became attached to me, and I her, just like the owl from last year. Here is a picture of my owl this year.
I see no real resemblance but I have a feeling that last year’s owl is the mother of this baby owl. Either way I have had two summers of owls. Not just a random owl in my back yard. An owl that communicates with me. An owl who calls to me when I open the door. An owl who will fly past my face and land right in front of me as I go for my walks. She is and has been an incredible sight.
I took this picture of her last night. It had just rained and it was so humid that the lens kept fogging up.
With the owl comes the comfort that I felt from Jess. Jess was with me for almost 14 years. His loss will be forever on my heart. I am so thankful the owl has brought back some of that love.