It was terrifying. Sure, I had seven older siblings, but only the dog really understood me. The dog would drop and I would drop by her side and watch. Sometimes I would cover her with a blanket. I would put my chubby child-hand on her belly and keep it over her heart, willing her to relax and breathe normally. I knew the fit would pass on her time, not mine. It was okay, I would wait with her.
The first dog I ever had was impeccable. Sure, she stole blueberry muffins and fancy Polish hams, and yes, she bit people, but those people usually deserved it. She was also an epileptic. She would be walking and then suddenly topple over, rigid and shaking.
It was terrifying. Sure, I had seven older siblings, but only the dog really understood me. The dog would drop and I would drop by her side and watch. Sometimes I would cover her with a blanket. I would put my chubby child-hand on her belly and keep it over her heart, willing her to relax and breathe normally. I knew the fit would pass on her time, not mine. It was okay, I would wait with her.
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April 2024
AuthorYoungest of eight. Mother of two. Wife of one Spaniard. Aunt of many.
Beloved companion of one dog. |