Someone missed me, clearly. Not just tonight, but during this whole process, which has often separated, for hours, a senior Labrador who can't manage stairs very well anymore, and his dog-parent, who's spent increasing amounts of time upstairs, lying down, when the chemo-related fatigue kicked in. This evening after getting home from the hospital, what I really, really wanted was a shower. But what I really needed was to spend two hours with him downstairs, stroking Beckett's fur, touching his face, talking to him using my special "Beckett voice" while we waited for the Hero M.D. to come home. Eventually he ambled over to his bed, whacked his tail on the floor a couple of times, then fell asleep. It was good communion.
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