Seven years ago Molly Mittens died on the vet's table. "I didn't hear a heartbeat when she came in. I sense she was just hanging on for you." Since she had been struggling with congestive heart failure throughout that beast of a summer, I knew the vet was right.
This afternoon I heard her bark. Or maybe I didn't. I leave that up to you the reader to decide. Yesterday had been such a hurtful day. Everything I tried to lift myself out of the emotional mess deepened the pain. This morning I awoke with one of those spiritual hangovers. At the Buddhist temple where I went to meditate I couldn't get centered.
Then I took a nap. I have no idea if I was already asleep, if I was awake, or if I were in a dream. It was Molly Mitten's distinct bark. I will take consolation in whatever form it's packaged. It would be just like Molly Mitten's to know how low I was.