Monk and the Charm of Protection
I had been living with Monk for about 4 months. I have to admit I had been keeping him at arms length emotionally. In my mind, he loved the dog more than he loved me anyway, so I had a dog, and my dog had a pet cat. I was ok with that.
The three of us lived in a house with a dog door, and the two of them could come and go as they wanted. It was a fenced in yard, next to a somewhat busy street. Monk was really independent and he had no desire to sleep with me at night, or do any cuddling. He came in to eat, have somewhere safe to sleep sometimes and to see his dog. If I wanted to pat him that was fine, but he was not coming to see me. He was like a flippant teenager.
I had an appointment at the Vet for a Saturday morning with the dog. It was just for his annual visit to get his shots and a check up. But that Saturday morning about half an hour before we were going to leave I heard this strange yowling. Monk was lying in the kitchen pretty banged up and talking about it. I switched up the vet appointment and rushed him in.
From what the vet and I could tell he had been hit by a car on the sort of busy street. He had some broken bones, but fortunately nothing fatal. I was so relieved! I realized I was pretty attached to the little guy.
The dog, CH, and I spent the next two weeks nursing Monk back to health. The four of us bonded, and I realized how very much I never wanted this to happen again. I got a Charm of Protection for Monk and for the dog. I charged them up as instructed, and put each one on their collar. He can be hard on his belongings, so I have had to replace it twice. It has been two years now and Monk has never been hit by a car again. He is a pretty rugged guy, who has no fear of meeting new dogs, or getting into a good cat fight. He still crosses the street, but I worry less.
