If you’ve been following this blog, you know that our much-loved schnauzer has been ailing. As of this evening she is “failing”. She’s going to the vet tomorrow; she may not come home.
She is suffering.
Except… I think … when she sleeps. And as weak as she is, she’s having some very active dreams. Her eyebrows twitch. She sighs. And on occasion her feet pump.
What’s in a dog’s final dreams?
no pain –
the old dog dreams of running
in fields of poppies
Linked to Carpe Diem #666, where we are revisiting “poppies”. You should read the original post – in which our host Chèvrefeuille shares “In Flanders Fields”. We also have the following inspirational haiku:
it must have bloomed
from a wintry shower
poppies still redder
sacrifice for God