Sometimes life distills a huge, magnificent, life-altering realization into a totally mundane life moment.
Today, my cat puked up a hairball. At first, I was contemplating regular cat puke vs. the hairball – how they differed, and the conditions under which each might….. ahem…. arise. (Turns out she was glad to illustrate the difference, as I found out only a few minutes later. I won’t share the details. You’re welcome.)
The posse in question
As I was cleaning up the mess, I happened to look up, through my bangs, to see my dog. I love my dog more than I love most people I know. There have been times where the very thought of losing him has made me catch my breath. He has been my most steadfast friend and truest companion during the most difficult time of my life. And yet, there he was, obviously thinking that he would love nothing more than for me to be distracted so that he might have a chance at the hairball. Yep. I know that look. If I had turned my back, he would have eaten it.
After a couple of years of feeling isolated and misunderstood by the rest of humanity, here’s the realization of the day: My dog and I do not have nearly as much in common as I would like to think. It’s possible I need more human companionship.
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