We Hide

photo by Sylvia

The dog has grown impatient with my grief. Familiar now with my waves of sorrow, she quietly retreats. This is interesting to me, since I am also (nearly) silent, I wonder what makes her realize that I’m hurting. Her insistance on hiding or softly slipping into another room is also curious. We form a tangled partnership of discordance — between what is tangible and what is elusive, what is acceptable or not, what is expected, what is extracted, added, remembered, forgotten, lost and acquired.

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    1. Update: March 9, 2026: Eliza, you were 100 percent right. After you left this comment I decided to tell her “You’re a good girl, it’s ok” when she’d look over at me and slink away or hide. She would stop in her tracks and come back to me. I say this every time this happens now and a couple days ago, for the first time she approached me instead of walking away. I’ve never had a dog do this in my almost 60 years of owning dogs. Thank you for the idea.

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  1. dogs have a way, of being, more in tune with our feelings than we are, they can detect when we need them to be there for us, when we need alone time, and they give it to us, stay out of our ways, and when the air’s changed, they would, wag their tail at us, and, love us, unconditionally.

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  2. So beautifully sad and maybe you need this but not forever, not for yourself but for the one that has gone. Do what is needed now but also remember to lose love is hard but to lose the self is not what love asks.

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  3. Dear Sylvia, I so very much appreciated your pain and grief and your beautiful words here. I love how even in your grief you are connecting and noticing yourself and your dog and no doubt others around you. We learn as we go, especially about pain and grief, and most of us, not just dogs, can sense something of it always. It is the glory of being human and the deep difficulty, too. Good luck, dear one.

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