anamnesiac

unconditional love
my dog keeps vomiting. she thinks she is doing something wrong so she puts her tail between her legs and looks up at me pathetically and then down again to her little pile of regurgitated dog bits. it breaks my heart. a lot of things break my heart these days. but what a sad situation to not be able to say “it’s ok sweetie” and have her hear and understand me. talk about a communication gap. all i can do is stroke her head and hope she knows that she could vomit in my face and i would still love her, even though i would probably gag.