Tonight I stood behind my dog and called to him, “Boji, wanna go for a walk?” He was on his bed, which is right by the window, and his head was resting on the window ledge and he was looking out the window at the snow. He didn’t look at me. I called to him again, “Boji, wanna go for a walk?” but he didn’t flinch. He just looked at the window. I called to him a third time. I called to him a fourth time. He took a deep breath and when he let it out, his mouth made a funny noise (a groan, maybe), and he remained looking out the window.
I wonder how long I will call for him. I wonder how long I will stand behind him saying, “Boji, wanna go for a walk?” while he stares out the window at the snow on the ground. He’s now old, soon he’ll be dead, soon he’s long dead, and yet I’m still there behind him, saying, “Boji, wanna go for a walk? Wanna go for a walk?”
