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when women weep
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when women weep She sat in the middle of her bed cross legged, back straight. Her sat beside the bed, staring at her, whining low in his throat. Her hand reached out to soothe him, smoothing his silky fur, cupping his snout while he licked her fingers. The phone rang, again and again went unanswered. As if a harsh wind had swept the room, the woman’s back broke and her body fell forward, shaking. The Jumped onto the bed and licked her exposed neck. Her hands beat a tattoo on the mattress, the pounding growing until the dog, frightened jumped from the bed and ran from the room. He stood just outside the door his hackles raised. His sharp bark of alarm did not move her to quiet him as it usually did so he slipped back beside the bed to keep watch. His body reacted first and began to tremble as the deep sound, like the sky makes when it lights up grew and spilled from her, over and over. He began to pant. Fear grew in him for this is when he would go to her and she would hold him close until the roaring sky quieted. But the sounds were in her, she was the sound. His ears flattened. It took so long this time. When she finally stood, she found him cowering in the bathroom and knelt beside him, her face covered in salt that he licked off in deep gratitude that she was back inside herself. Her hands ran through his fur while she spoke to him telling secrets only they would ever share. Together they pattered to the kitchen and he leaned into her thigh while she put the kettle on, one hand still in his fur. This was good, this was the after. Grabbing a bone from his box of treats, she held it out for him. He took it and ran it back to his bed beside her bed. She came in with her tea and settled back against the pillows, water still dripping from her eyes but the sounds had stopped and she was quieter inside so he ate the bone and watched her until she picked up the thing that made the box have pictures. She patted the bed twice and he jumped and curled up beside her. He licked the rest of the wet off her face, until she laughed….. Good dog. And then he could sleep. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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my dog really does do this You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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You have talent- super- thanks.
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Thank you for sharing. very nice things to read.
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Our domestic pets understand us so well.Their healing and never changing duty to be attentive and protective to us in such a short time on this planet pains me that they are often neglected,starved and abused. I need to quit chasing my tail in on coming traffic and find a couple of pets to save.I know their are many that want to do the same for me! Great post! Using more than all the road!
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Nice
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Pets really are amazing! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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bonds with animals are fascinating and powerful. I'm glad you have such a great dog. women's tears are fascinating and powerful. Fascinating in the sense that they are often mysterious, at least to me.....I dare not speak for anyone else. *S* Powerful both in how they are often cathartic for the woman, and how they can result in the man (ok, me) not having a clue as to the best way to respond. they are somehow primeval, elemental, and while they come from the eyes, they originate much deeper. As always, a moving snippet.
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Another fine attentive piece. I love the details and expression.  Vive La Difference
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 I need a dog! xoxo Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
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I have two dogs, my black Lab Gracie and an emergency backup dog, a rat terrier, Marco. Marco is frightened by storms, and comes to me for protection and reassurance. He trembles and quivers. Gracie is energized by a storm. In the woods when we snowshoe, a squall will blow up, the kind where you can barely see, and she will put her nose in the wind and revel in it. She can't understand why I would cover my face. Both dogs are tuned to my wife's moods. They accept me as the boss, and love and respect me, but they have an emotional connection with her, and comfort her when she's sad. When we've been gone, they're glad to see me on my return....but they're ecstatic that she has come home. Me too. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I have sat, in the middle of the night, consumed by panic attack after panic attack, and held my wee dog until her calmness began to seep into me, allowing me to be less scared of the nothing that caused the panic.
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