The World Through My Eyes

In this world, we tend to only to see things in black and white, but what we don’t realize is that the world is full of many different colors like a Van Gogh painting. The scent of the air is fresh like a freshly cut lawn.  The sounds around us are like an orchestra playing constantly only with different melodies. But people don’t notice these things, they only notice what they want to notice, but I notice them. I notice them because I am a dog.

I know what your thinking, “Dogs can’t see color.” You would be wrong. I can see many different colors, and they are gorgeous. However, I could be a special case of a dog, but I don’t think that to be true. The reason I say that is because every time my owner and I go to the park, the other dogs tell me about the things they have seen. That is, however, after we smell each other hello.  The trees and grass are so green when it is warm out, and yellow or bare when it is cold. That doesn’t stop us from having fun though. We play with each other until our owners tell us that we have to leave.

Home is the best place in the world. It’s where I sleep, I cuddle with my owner, and where I eat and drink at. I love Home because that is where my owner is, and I love my owner. Sometimes we even play there too, and sometimes I get in trouble. But that is okay because we still love each other. What could possibly make this better? The answer to that question is simple, if everyone could take a step back and see the world through my eyes, the eyes of a dog, then everything would be better. People would appreciate things more, because life is full of color, you just have to open your eyes to see it.


Tough Decisions

I can’t seem to find the right words to say to you this time. I hope I can figure out what to say before it’s too late. Tomorrow might be the last time I see you . It’s really hard to think that, having lived through so much, you might just leave me on this dusty plane. You don’t have to tell me what your thinking, because I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want me to worry about you, because your strong and you will make it through. But, alas it doesn’t quell the fear of losing you.

The doctor said that if we want to increase your chances of living, that we’d need to try out a procedure that is still being studied. After pondering the thought of losing you and the chance that it might just work, I decided to give it a go.

They told me that they would have to do the procedure tonight, since they didn’t think that you would last throughout the night. I decided to wait in the lobby for you hoping that you would pull through. Knowing that you were strong enough to pull through. After two agonizingly long hours the doctor opened the door to the lobby and looked at me, with tears in his eyes. I knew immediately that something had gone terribly wrong. He walked over to me, gave me a hug and told me that you didn’t make it. Trying to make me feel better he told me that I had made the right decision.

I can’t help but feel guilty for putting you through that surgery. Well, at least you lived a long life and you can finally rest near that tree you loved so much. You remember right? The one you used to run around as a pup? Those were the days. Gosh, I’m gonna miss you buddy. You were the best damn dog anyone could ask for. Rest in piece Old Blue.