But even though it's hell, there's something that's worse. My dog is getting old.
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Now he's getting old, and neither of us are sleeping well. He forgets where he is and where I am, so he howls this lonely call in the middle of the night. It breaks my heart. I try to sleep through it, but I can't. So I go to him.
Then he'll sleep for a few hours, and so will I. And even though I'm right there next to him, he'll still wake and howl to me, looking for comfort.
I used to be able to call to him to say that I'm right here, it's OK.
But now he's deaf, too. And my call fades away, worthless and empty.
So I get out of bed, and I walk to him, rub his head, calm him as best I can. And once he remembers that I'm here, that he's home, he goes back to sleep.
In two hours, we do the dance again. And it's exhausting both of us.
So we'll get old together, at least for a little while, until we reach the day that we won't. And then I'll be the one howling.
Great post. I have four dogs at the moment and have to give two of them away, because I can no longer handle training them. It's sad, but I know it's for the best.
ReplyDeletePoor doggie. I don't sleep well either - the cat needs breakfast at 4:30AM.
ReplyDeleteThis may not be the post to compliment, but I enjoy your writing and this one touched me. I know I'll enjoy reading through your past posts (probably tonight!) :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Emily. Not all of my posts will be as emotional as this one, but I love writing and hope you'll enjoy what you read.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks Dmytry and Suzanne for your comments, too!
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