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Kindred Spirits

We hadn’t expected our twelve year old German shepherd to creak up the stairway and flop in a half moon outside our bedroom door.  He relegated stairs to emergencies now.

And yet he came.  And waited.  And hovered like background music in the hallway.

Which was when we wondered if he didn’t sense something.

Like our fevered son huddled under blankets and wet wash cloths and crying sharply in his sleep.

We propped our door open with a sock and watched as our dog lay guard, like a sentinel, shifting only his eyes to see the small boy whose noise he no longer heard.

As we carried our son downstairs, our dog pushed himself up with tired hips and hobbled after us…I mean…

after him.

 

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3 Responses to “Kindred Spirits”

  1. Sarah says:

    Good dog, sad day for the boy. I hope he is feeling better

  2. Kristine T. says:

    Good ole Heathrow! Taking care of the boy! Good and faithful!
    Give him a big old hug and some old puppy massage! I knew he would have the best home with your family! 🙂

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