Through Ivy’s Eyes ~ Soul Searching

He is different, It isn’t like there is something missing…I don’t see the thing that makes him…him. It’s almost like he’s…average. I hope he didn’t sell it, his soul, that is, to take his new job. I admit I have been eating a little more than I have in the past, but I don’t think that’s what he did. I would eat the table scraps if he let me.

It could be something else, maybe it’s the struggle of getting into a new routine, or he is running late because I hid his keys again, or he is sulking because he couldn’t find a holster for his walker. This is different; I can’t put my paw on anything specific. I can’t believe that he sold his soul just for a few bags of Beggin Strips.

I must be jumping to conclusions, something I need to quit doing — these days I have a hard enough time jumping on the couch. I need to be rational. It’s not like there is a market for worn souls on eBay. Besides, l don’t know who would want that thing being so used and all. I know he has a lot left in it; time that is. Sure, I know where it’s been. I have been with him my whole life. I know he had a life before me, rumor has it he even had another dog. He is consumed with time these days, but People-time doesn’t work for me. I barely understand it. Who needs a watch anyway. It either time to eat, time to sleep, or it isn’t.