let sleeping dogs lie

June 9, 2012

I pass by her as she sleeps on her tower of pillows…or a cool patch of floor…or a tussled rug. I stop to take watch, holding my breath. My heart braces against its own brittleness.

I see her 17-year old chest rise with a deep, sleepy breath. Then I too can exhale. With so many years collected between us, she sleeps more often, and so I stop more often.

I wait. I watch. Her chest rises.

Today is not the day my heart will break. I carry on gratefully and let her sleep soundly.


Katherine Tucker lives in Houston, Texas and is, in short: a mama to 2 four-leggeds, a sometimes artist, other times writer, aspiring dog trainer, health-chaser, and full-time dreamer. You can catch her very randomly at chattykatherine.blogspot.com.

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