The routine is all too familiar. She heads out of town and the dogs look at me with confused eyes, and strange bewilderment. Where is she? Is she even coming back? They are incomplete, as am I, when she is gone.
At least I know that she will be back home soon, and that normalcy will be restored. They clearly have no such sense. I often wonder what might be happening in their little doggy heads. Do they understand time and distance?
All they do, better than most people, is love unconditionally and show fierce loyalty. They may he lost for now, but she will be back soon, and balance will be restored, in their lives and mine.
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