In the side yard, in the warmth of a spring day my old dog is still, on her side, not wanting to move for any reason, except maybe if a small child showed up or a kitten.
Since February she has slowed down and almost stopped moving.
Her joints no longer listen to her brain.
She has stopped listening.
She has stopped her sled dog songs.
She has lost interest in anything but the sunshine and a kind touch.
Soon she’ll just stop.
These fur covered creatures invade our lives and clog our hearts with their soulful eyes and unlimited capacity for love. We end up with fur clogging our arteries or so it seems. I keep wondering why I take them in. I wonder why I love them. Then again, sometimes it seems everything and everyone I love is a pain in the ass. That isn’t always a bad thing.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman