“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.”
― Milan Kundera
So, recently I’ve had a few uncalled for emergencies. As one falls for the emotions pooling inside an animal’s gaze, it’s hard not to crumble when it hits a low in the health scale. He’s been diagnosed with a debilitating heart condition, and ascites. As someone who tries to be empathetic towards him, it’s something I cannot amount to recreating the pain. He is simply an animal who cannot speak, and his pain is a static portrait upon his face. He’s young, lively, and most importantly a fighter. He’s become my inspiration. Albeit, just a dog, whose often deemed not capable of intelligence, or emotion. Time an time again, he proves me wrong. He’s a child. A creature burdened like one. He’s sharp. Quick. And inane at times. He has much to teach me.
Observation is their key source, and it’s amazing.
I only hope he’ll be around for longer.