Lucky
I'm in my apartment. I catch a glimpse of my childhood dog sniffing around, approaching me like he's hungry or wants to go for a walk. I think to myself,
It's been DAYS since I remember either feeding him OR taking him for a walk...
Then I recall he died years ago. And I wake up.
What is with these fucking guilt dreams??
I saw a sheltie on the street this weekend: I guess that triggered the dog dream. All shelties kinda look alike. And they share the same soul.
(Unlike cats, who have no souls at all.)
Labels: Childhood Dog Lucky
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It was/is paternalism; he knows/knew how/when/why/etc. to EAT - not be fed. (Important that (I think that) you understand, this). "Take" him, "," for a walk: if you need a further argument. (Demeaning/condescending). Animals = people.
Matter of proportionate, interpersonate, time, by the way, too. (The recurring, or, "hyperfrequent," dream(ing) of such. (More unique than all peoples, less unique than those dearest to you - unique timing(-e) - since all care for an animal (animals) is of a special time).
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