He wasn't always this quiet.

Humanity's capacity to inflict emotional torment on itself is astounding. I will never quite understand why we continue to do things we know will break our hearts. Why we still love, even when we know nothing is permanent. 

Why we keep pets.

The little guy in pictured above, that roley-poley dachshund of mine, has been with me for nearly fourteen years. He hangs out around or under my bed most days, waiting to eat or to be let outside to play. My Bindycake teaches me every day how to love without judgement or reason, how to spread warmth wherever life takes me.

How to grieve when the time comes.

Bindy stayed under my bed for all of yesterday. I knew he was sick, that this was probably the end. And it was- my poor baby was in so much pain, all we could do was help him out of it. 

It still hurt, though, when I came home to silence from under my bed. 

I want him back. I just really miss my dog.