Ray is not dissuaded. Yesterday, he pulled me up to Ken's house, climbed up on the front porch and lay down, Sphinx-like.
"Ken's gone, Ray. He's not coming back," I told my dog. "Lets go."
Ray relaxed a little onto his side as if to say "I'll wait. I know he'll be back."
I felt myself choking up. I found myself thinking of all of the people I've met since adopting this blind hound and how much he has changed my life. Someone that I didn't know two years ago has moved out of his house and I miss him every time I walk by. So does my dog.
Made me cry :(ReplyDelete
How sad. We too are missing a little friendly critter that just moved away from our nieghborhood. I, like Ray, look for him everyday, even tho I know Butterbean isn't there. It is SO hard when friends move. I'm sorry you are missing your friend Ray, I'm right there with ya.ReplyDelete
Hopefully Ray will find another pooch to make a connection with...and a human for you !ReplyDelete