Yeah, so, Homer used to have a crate for traveling in the car. I say “used to” because it’s broken, and we threw it away.
He loved that crate. I got it for him when he was a little puppy, when he was way too small for it. He knew that getting in the crate meant we were going somewhere, and Homer loves to go somewhere. I would put the crate on the ground and he would just run right in it.
Usually, I just kept it in the car, but sometimes to make room in the car I would keep the crate in the apartment. I would be getting ready to go out, and Homer would run and get in his crate. It was adorable and sad. He was communicating with me: “I know you are going somewhere, and I want to go with you.” It always made me feel terrible about leaving when he did that.
Well, now that crate is no more. We put it in a pile of boxes to be taken down to the trash, but Homer wasn’t quite ready to let it go.
Don’t feel too bad for Homer. Since we haven’t bought a new crate yet, he gets to ride on our laps in the car. Eventually, we will get a new crate for him, but I wonder if he will love it as much as his original crate.