I look deeper into his eyes... not really believing what he just told me... wondering if this is another not-so-funny 14 year old joke... only I don't think he would joke about this. "Freddie's dead, Mom."
I watch from the screen... trees partially block my view but I see 2 men shovels in hand... silently working side by side in the heat of the day... digging a final resting place.
I observe and my heart swells and skips and thumps wildly... I see the boy, no longer a boy, working next to the man who fathered him and fathers him... I see in the sound of metal hitting earth another life lesson best learned side by side.
I see my man teaching our man how to do a man's job and my spirit soars for in this moment of the loss of a dog I am fiercely proud of my men!