I don’t notice my dog growing old,
the way his eyes are cloudy
or how his hips stiffen up and how
hard it can be to stand up.
I don’t notice how he falls
down the stairs in the
dark or how he stumbles
when he leaps across a
small creek or how he struggles
to jump up into the truck.
I don’t notice when he doesn’t
join me in bed during the night
prefering to stay on the
couch alone with an old bone.
I don’t notice when he’s still
there in the early morning
and I put the kettle on, trying not
to panic, watching him for a
tail wag or an open
eye or something
I’m not ready
And he opens his eyes and I notice how he lights up seeing me next to him on the couch with my mug of coffee starting the day together like any other.
3 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: I Don’t Notice”
This is beautiful.
Thank you so much. Sad but true isn’t it?
It is. I have three dogs, two are 8, and one is 2, but went through this with my first dogs. One was old for a really long time though! We called her a Christmas miracle for four years :
) She was a gem. They all are.