Creatures on the move: my Puppy.

Creatures on the move: my Puppy.. 

As I said my final goodbye to my puppy (named Puppy!) in August 2024,  I recognized with gratitude the profound ways in which he changed me. On our walks, as he’d sniff for minutes on end, I would observe the purple flowers with yellow centers and take in the light of the changing season reflected in the sky and the trees. A tripod, thanks to a gun injury – Pup’s ears would flop up and down as he bopped around. He knew not a day of sorrow, nor self-pity, although he had plenty of reason for both. Self-assured only as a Pup could be, he would charm friends and strangers alike. Neighbors would call him an angel, Cariñito, a soldier in his previous birth, a miracle. Some say he will always be with me, that he is part of me – I seek evidence for this and find none. I know that there will never be another Puppy; but if there was one miracle, maybe there will be another.