
So so high up!

Lonesome Dove

Chico listening to the dove
I took my dog Chico out for a short stroll in the icy breeze this morning. He isn't feeling very well. He pricked up his ears though, as I did mine when we heard the mournful call of a dove. We had to look for it, and there that dove was - far far up in one of the oak trees, cooing its heart out. I don't remember ever seeing a dove up that high. It was there for a long time. Where is it's mate?
My little Chico is struggling now. He is only 13, middle aged for a chihuahua, but has an as yet undiagnosed digestive ailment. He goes for anti nausea shots and eats but bits of chicken poached in broth. He is my shadow, and still the alpha of his pack. He seems sad now. Me too. Soon I think, I will be a lot like the lonesome dove.



