at the end of the day, when we sit listening to the quiet, waves lapping at the shore, a silent moon pulling our attention outside, dogdog lays, finally resting, his eyes tightly closed. there is something about the trusting nature of a beloved pet sleeping that tugs at your heart. i wonder what are the thoughts he thinks; what are the dreams he dreams?
as we weave through complicated days, dogga weaves with us. he is always aware, always watching. our sweet aussie, he is a mess of empathic energy, his eye contact unnerving. his little heart beats fast and he watches, watches. he has comforted us with his gentle knowing more times than we can count. he doesn’t say much, but then, he doesn’t have to.
and then, at some point, he drops to the floor. for him, everything is right in the world. his people are close by, his babycat lies next to him or across the room. all is well. and he sleeps.
sometimes i wish it was all that simple. it’s people who complicate matters.
read DAVID’S thoughts this MERELY-A-THOUGHT MONDAY
