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The relationship between human and god has always intrigued me.
Although I have no logical evidence, I am certain that they know when something is off balance.
For the past several nights, I have returned home late from hockey to find my god on the front lawn with her head perched up so attentively, as if to be awaiting my arrival.
On these nights, she would come running with her tail flailing as i poked my body out of the vehicle, but tonite was different; she remained solitary on the front yard.
She could tell I was alone.
I called her name so as to invite her over, but she seemed cold and uninterested.
Eventually she approached me with indolent steps on heavy paws, her head down, and a painfully motionless tail, similar to that of a helpless new born puppy. Her clomping seemed comparable to the clumsy walk she performs when she knows she has done something wrong.
I must interject here with a little background information. Less than a week ago, my only brother left for university. With the van packed and my mother on the brink of tears, the 19 year old said goodbye to the only god he had ever known. It was obvious that she knew something was wrong and really did not want him to leave. Where he was going, she didn't know, but stayed close to him like it was the last time she would ever see him.
I got to thinking about why tonite was any different than the past few nights.
She sat situated out front of the house, observed my safe return home, but remained advertent...almost like her job wasn't quite done yet.
I can confidently tell you that she would have fallen asleep on that front yard, had I not have persuaded her into her cage.
Tonite, she was not waiting for me at all; she was waiting for the last piece of her family.
Although I have no logical evidence, I am certain that they know when something is off balance.
For the past several nights, I have returned home late from hockey to find my god on the front lawn with her head perched up so attentively, as if to be awaiting my arrival.
On these nights, she would come running with her tail flailing as i poked my body out of the vehicle, but tonite was different; she remained solitary on the front yard.
She could tell I was alone.
I called her name so as to invite her over, but she seemed cold and uninterested.
Eventually she approached me with indolent steps on heavy paws, her head down, and a painfully motionless tail, similar to that of a helpless new born puppy. Her clomping seemed comparable to the clumsy walk she performs when she knows she has done something wrong.
I must interject here with a little background information. Less than a week ago, my only brother left for university. With the van packed and my mother on the brink of tears, the 19 year old said goodbye to the only god he had ever known. It was obvious that she knew something was wrong and really did not want him to leave. Where he was going, she didn't know, but stayed close to him like it was the last time she would ever see him.
I got to thinking about why tonite was any different than the past few nights.
She sat situated out front of the house, observed my safe return home, but remained advertent...almost like her job wasn't quite done yet.
I can confidently tell you that she would have fallen asleep on that front yard, had I not have persuaded her into her cage.
Tonite, she was not waiting for me at all; she was waiting for the last piece of her family.