Becky Powers

I used to tell people that my (family) dog and I had an unusual relationship. One of mutual respect, regard, and indifference. She never gave me attention so I never gave her any. We acknowledged each other in passing--we would nod "sup" as we grazed each other in the hallway.
Now I realize it's not a cost/benefit situation and it shouldn't be about reciprocation. In her old age, I see Becky trudge around the house with a pained, wise, all-knowing gaze; and yet she still exists innocent of so much. Though she doesn't look it, she is getting older and closer to the end. Sympathy, methinks.