Sunset

Dash and I made our way to Alameda to catch the sunset on Wednesday since the house was stifling and the beach seemed like the place to cool down and enjoy some fresh air. He's doing well but I continue to worry as I watch his chest rise and fall to what seems to be the ceaseless staccato beat of disease and decay. Is it laborious or is he just hot? Why didn't he eat his kibble? Is he peeing enough? Is he resting or weary of life? The tension and anxiety between being with him and enjoying each moment or worrying over what the next one will bring is a reflection of my life and my relationship to all its permutations. The struggle between what is and what I project is constant. The exercise of being with and caring for Dash an intense way to connect with both.

Happy boy

He could stay at the beach for hours