I have a tendency to apologize for crying in front of people. I have a tendency to hide my face so they can’t see it. I’m of the mindset that if my pain is too strong it’ll seep into the other person and I’ll be the reason they’re upset and hurting.
This is the second time this week I’ve climbed out of bed in tears. Last night I dreamed I was in a huge house with my roommate. The house looked terrible, very messy, unorganized, hardly any room to walk at all. I told my roommate we needed to clean the place up so he started moving things out into the yard to make room inside. I sent Captain next door to play while Barney and I cleaned the house. I heard Captain shriek, the kind of shriek you know means big time pain. When I looked out he was being attacked by a black panther. The panther then stopped attacking him and laid beside him for a short nap. I tried to get out of the house to go help him but the house kept getting bigger and bigger, more rooms, more false exits, more reasons I couldn’t go help my dog while the big cat slept. I ran back up to the window to check on him. The panther was still sleeping. I realized I’d never get out of the house and that I couldn’t stand in the window and watch this panther eat my baby. I walked away listening to Captain being torn apart. Continue reading ‘This Strong Panther’
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