This morning at breakfast, I had some very nice toast and butter. My husband and I are careful with the carbs and the calories, so really good bread is a treat. We are also careful with the evening snacking, so I was really hungry.
But there was a pair of sad, pleading eyes staring up at me. A bottom lip thrust a little bit out.
And as hungry as I was, I gave that last bit of toast, so nicely buttered, to Theo.
Which of course made me think of:
My Mother.
Oh, she doesn’t have those mournful eyes or that trembling lip.
No.
I’m thinking of her because now…
Now I understand.
I never had children of my own. Motherhood was a concept always just out of my reach, always just a bit out of focus.
But now I have a dog.
And now I am just a little…
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