dominoe I was in-between. Fiercely independent Money saved up. And time before I headed west.
May 25, 2015
dominoe
I was in-between.
Fiercely independent
Money saved up.
And time before I headed west.
My roommate called. Someone found a runaway dog. Dominoe.
Named her after the damsel in Sharky’s Machine.
Malnourished.
Skittish.
Afraid of a suddenly raised hand.
We walked in the woods, she always a few yards away, my buddy.
One day, we drove farther, walked in the autumn leaves.
Met an old friend. We chatted about 15 minutes, and I turned around.
She was gone.
I was hours running up and down the trail, yelling her name.
I was worthless.
I could take care of myself, but no one else.
Worthless.
Darkness.
I would camp out.
Return the next day.
I would do that every day, until I found her. Every day.
I cried back to the car.
… and there she sat, waiting for me.
My awareness became a circle of responsibility much wider than myself.
We drove across the country…
… had adventures.
Saw exciting lands.
Made a home.
She parted a few years later.
But I never forgot what I learned that day in the woods.
Dominoe.