A Change is Gonna Come

I've heard that when you leave a dog that they feel that loss or sense that change. While this claim is backed up by no greater evidence than word of mouth based on my experiences most recently with my dog Teddy, I believe this to be true. I've wondered as of late if this is true of humans. If we feel the same sense of loss and appreciably in the same way. When my family left town leaving me and Teddy to hold down the fort, so to speak, his appetite seemed to fade, his desire to play was gone, he stared out the window longingly and everytime I left the house it was as if it were for the last time. I've been told (again by word of mouth) that this kind of experience wears on a dogs mind, heart, body and perhaps even their soul. So if a person, if they abandoned the hope that their loved ones were to return, had repeated episodes of loss, would it age them as it does a dog? Hope, as it were exists only as a glimmer, kept alive by love, faith and our hearts. Loss seems to be a much stronger and weightier feeling. I'm not trying to be a downer it just seems when times are hard we are more apt to let loss take us over than let hope be our guide.

The wind is blowing in the backyard today. A strong breeze indicating a change is coming. My family returns Monday and my hope remains, so my dog-human theory remains only speculation. The breeze however blows to usher in the fall. However hard it blows though, the leaves will not fall. They are not yet ready to come down, their colors have not changed. I wonder what it means; but the breeze always prevails.