He Knew

I woke that morning with a rock in my gut, a sour stomach and a scowl on my face. The most I could do was to sit in the living room and watch morning events unfold in the kitchen.

The dog looked up at me, and I looked back. He jumped into my lap, leaving the potential of a morning kitchen untapped. He knew that something was wrong.

The daily telecommute didn't start well. I sent a few emails, made a few calls, read a few things, and found myself exhausted. The dog sat by me thru it all on the carpet beside my chair.

The rock got bigger. The sourness in my stomach got worse. I got sick. I went back to bed, and the dog came with me.

As I slept, he scooted up to my hurting stomach and slept beside me. And during the day, as I got sicker, he followed me wherever I went.

He knew that something was wrong.

He sat beside me. He slept by me. He watched me closely. He followed my every step. Because he so knew that something was wrong.

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