The Dog’s Way
4 min readAug 26, 2020
She looked at me excitedly, through age-clouded eyes, ears standing tall with enthusiasm for activity her old body no longer allows.
“Sorry, girl,” I said, and she registered my emotion and conveyed it to the rest of her body, eyes dimming, ears slumping, chin resting back on the bed. “You can’t do this one anymore. But, I’ll get you out for a swim this afternoon.”
