It’s not your fault.I say the words as I stroke his back, nuzzle his muzzle, watch him fall asleep curled into my lap as if he has found home.
Tears trail my words and gather in my eyes. Tears unseen and quickly blinked away in the chaos of dogs running, barking, leaping, of people looking and deciding and considering.
It’s not your fault.
It has felt like my fault. Simple words spoken to the mixed-breed never offered a home, to the ten pounds of love in my lap. Simple words to take away the blame.
From him.
From me.
It’s not your fault.
I lean my face into his, and thank him for healing me.
5 comments:
oh, my heart.
hi, deezee. You touch me as usual.
Reminder: 100% Honest day is today.
I'm not usually a small dog person, but that's a whole lot of forgiveness from such a small and cute body!
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart
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