I lost the family dog, one that saw the last years of my parents' lives and probably got me through some rough emotional times. I let him out to do his dirty work, and he just didn't come back. He was going blind; his senses were fading; he had tumors; he had lots of warts; he started eating less.
I sit in front of my computer and below and to my left is a bowl of dog food and his water, awaiting his return -- a return that with every hour seems an unlikely miracle. But I have serious doubts that he will return. I suspect that he knew that the end was coming and chose not to share that with us.
As one with Asperger's I practically need a dog to keep me from going off the edge. The one sure thing about the relationship between Man and Dog is that it will ultimately with one of the two ending with great grief. Dogs' lifespans are nothing like ours, and their lifespans can be badly out of phase.
I sit in front of my computer and below and to my left is a bowl of dog food and his water, awaiting his return -- a return that with every hour seems an unlikely miracle. But I have serious doubts that he will return. I suspect that he knew that the end was coming and chose not to share that with us.
As one with Asperger's I practically need a dog to keep me from going off the edge. The one sure thing about the relationship between Man and Dog is that it will ultimately with one of the two ending with great grief. Dogs' lifespans are nothing like ours, and their lifespans can be badly out of phase.
The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the dedicated Communist but instead the people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction, true and false, no longer exists -- Hannah Arendt.