When a dog looks into your soul
The other day a neighbor made the comment that his neighbor was carrying around his old dog who couldn’t walk anymore. My neighbor said, “He should put the dog down, he’s a dog after all.”
The next day friends of ours made a decision to put their dog down who declined rapidly, who was the dog they got after their other dog ran into the street and was instantly struck by a car and died. My heart just heaved in sympathy.
I find that it is very hard for me to speak about my mother and this time in my life to the ones I love and to friends – instead I just relay straightforward facts and data as I learn them from the doctors and nurses. But when I look down from my bed at night before sleeping and Loca looks up at me – I feel she knows my pain. When I walk by Wolfie and she turns over and leans her body weight against me just to feel me close – I feel she senses something in me that is sad.
Maybe I’m making this up but I think they feel deeper than most others about sadness.