His eyes are clouded now, and sometimes he cries out softly, "Where are you, Mom? Don't leave me alone."
He has always slept on my pillow--from the day he came to be with us. Others had given up on him, but he became part of our family of dogs and humans.
Another doggie-being helped him heal; showed him how to trust again. He learned to make his way not with fear, but with confidence.
Many years later I became his seeing eye human. Not a burden, but an honor.
Now that he is older and his physical body has challenges, he needs to know I am nearby. Or perhaps it is I who needs this reassurance. Put your hand on my belly and feel the steady in and out rhythm of my breathing. Touch my leg where the soft fur is growing back. Close your eyes and journey with me beyond this physical world.
If I don't shy away; if I can step through my grief; if I can be still and connect with his spirit--I become part of the eternity of the Universe. That magical place where our hearts will always be connected. Where our souls merge in the utter timelessness of love. Where I can know the joy and peace of life with an older dog.