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Cindy Maddera


The other evening, I was in the backyard with Hooper. He was at the back fence, his tail wagging like a windshield wiper on high speed. All of a sudden there was a commotion and I saw a flutter of wings and Hooper's teeth. Before I could figure out what was going on, I yelled at Hooper to drop it and his head immediately turned back into the shrubbery on the fence and a baby robin hopped out into the yard. Hooper's eyesight isn't so good any more, so he didn't see the bird get away. He was too focused on the spot where the bird used to be. To be honest, I had no idea where the post was headed until I typed that very last sentence. I thought it might be something about how much I love my dog, like those times he shakes his head and all his hair poofs out around his head like a lion. But then I read that last part about being focused on the spot where the bird used to be. How often does this happen? My mind wanders back to moments and images a lot these days. I hate that the last time I saw Chris, he was unrecognizable to me. Sometimes my brain puts that face in my head and I have to mentally erase it. I have to focus on the way Chris used to be before he got sick. Usually I'd turn that sentence into something about looking ahead, but for some reason today, I don't think it's a bad idea to focus on something the way it used to be. At least not in this case.

Because, did you notice what happened when Hooper turned his focus back to the fence? That little baby bird got away.

Happy Love Thursday!