Small Stone: Sam’s Eyes

Petting you, I stop myself for a moment, sink in to the moment, and really see you. I find you already there, always there, in that space where dogs live–now.  I notice the warm gold of your eyes, the flecks of gold and brown in the fur around them, so strange since from a distance you look like a black dog. That coloring is what made Dr. Mulnix, the first time he saw you at eleven weeks old, say “he definitely has some Shepherd in him.”

I look in your eyes now, and you look back. We are in this moment together, connected, a communication that has no need for words. No future and no past, only now–the place I can always find you.