POST # 687
Yesterday began as just another normal day for Dora-dog, and she was happy to be awake, have some breakfast and play with her toys. Everything was looking good at this point in time.
I try to get my luggage out to the car in the garage without her knowing, so that she doesn't suspect that something is up. We all hop into the car, and head to the train station in Mount Vernon. The route is a familiar one for her, and I make sure to point out all the horses and cows along the way, to keep her amused. All is well until we arrive at the train station. She has by now figured out that if Mary and I are both in the car when we get to the station, that I won't be returning home with them afterwards. At this point, she shows her feelings, as only Dora-dog can do.
When the train arrived, it was time to say goodbye for now, and just as I boarded the train I took this one last photo. What is that look? Is it sadness, or is it a look that suggests that she can't understand why I am leaving? I'll never know. Mary told me afterwards that Dora-dog barked at the station attendant who let me outside the station to walk to the train. It's as if she was blaming him for taking me away.
And then moments later, the train departed, which is sad for all three of us. But life goes on, and later that day I arrived in Vancouver, in preparation for spending a few weeks with Ollie.
So it's now time to settle in with Ollie, and enjoy our time together for the next few weeks.
grateful for every breath,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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