Last night at about 3:00 a.m. I was rudely awakened by a huge crack of thunder that rocked the house. Knowing that my boys are fearful of loud noises, I crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs.
I found the two of them huddled down a hallway in a corner by the garage door, which is far from their sleep area. However, it is the one place that is not near a window.
I walked over to the couch and they clung to me like shadows. I laid on the couch and both jockeyed for the closest position - Rocki ended up with his head on my head and Bruiser was left to cuddle against my chest under the blanket. Bruiser was shaking like a leaf and no amount of talking to him or stroking him would stop him from shaking as long as the thunder kept roaring.
Now my point in coming around them every time there is a thunderstorm is to show no fear...to be completely calm...and each time I hope that they learn that they are safe and there is nothing to be afraid of. Unfortunately, last night's lesson was in vain.
I waited out the storm with them and finally got them to sleep early this morning. However, they were shaken from sleep by another thunderstorm around 8:00 a.m. and then another one rolled in around 11:30 a.m. The poor little guys are sleeping now...the sky is clear and the sun is shining. Finally, a moment of rest for us all.