He’s a little blonde dog that shows up now and then on my doorbell camera. Folks in the local Facebook group tell me he’s been roaming the area for years. Many have tried to help him, but he’s terrified of humans. He will, however, seek the company of other dogs as often as possible.
Last night he came to me in a dream. He smiled and thanked me for caring, and for leaving food out for him. I told him I’ve been there, and maybe I still am, so I get it.
This morning he showed up on my doorbell camera and I dared say hello. He immediately took off down the street.
I’m sorry someone hurt you, little guy. I hope one day you find a life that offers comfort and love. And I hope I do as well.
In my dream he smiled, thanked me for caring. But now he runs off, in no way daring to let me love him. Solo’s all he’s known for so many years, now he stays alone. Dysfunction binds us to what we abhor until we can choose to stay there no more.