On Monday mornings I try to get out of the house a little after 6am. Jobu find these mornings disruptive. I am up way early and running about doing things, getting dressed, taking a shower, etc. I prefer to leave when he is asleep so I don’t disturb him. On mondays he is almost always up when I leave. This Monday as I locked the door I looked through the window beside the door. He walked up and was looking at th door and at men through the window as if to ask “daddy where you going?”.
My little furry friend above taught me a lesson. There’s a park near where I live now. I’ve been using it for my walking. It has a looping path that I walk. Each loop is a little less than a mile. On my first time around a noticed this little guy walking across the path. I started to sneak up on him so I could get a picture. Once I got up close I began to wonder if something was wrong with the poor guy. He didn’t seem to be reacting to me much and was breathing very heavily. I stomped my feet to try and get a reaction and it just turned away from me a little bit. I walked on leaving him there breathing heavy and sniffing the rocks. The next time around the path I found him a few feet away. Dead as a doornail, lying on his side with his tongue sticking out. I was reminded of the fleeting nature of life.