November 1, 2010

Yesterday a dear friend, a certified canine therapist, met for the first time my beloved rotti. She said she felt a deep sadness with her and questioned me as of the reason. I was a lost for words.

Then this morning, I woke with a profound sadness myself. Wondering why and where it came from, I started my day. I opened my Artist Pages to write and the first thing I opened to, was a writing I did in the middle of the night, a few weeks back;

“Deep and profound sadness.
Untold depression, extreme anguish.
My dog whimpers in her sleep. She too remembers the past.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: