Hours before sunrise, I woke up to an unknown sound---a burp, a yawn, or a heave. As I peered through half-closed eyes, I could hear the gentle buzz of the radio…then I hear Fritz, sprawled at the foot of my bed, make a satisfied sigh and was silent again. Or maybe I mistook the sound. Maybe what I heard were Fritz’ rapid eye movements, murmurs from his own deep secret dreams. And not only dreams---aspirations. Dreams of seeing the ocean. Of meeting his soul mate. Puppies. Grand-puppies. Great-grand-puppies.
And there he was, sighing in his sleep, no worries, not afraid of death. Not even of adulthood.
I scratched his head---he looked up to me, hugged his red pillow, stretched and I felt downright hopeful. This morning, as I watched the light creep into my room, I saw sunbursts of joy and sorrow.
It's humming in my universe, and so is Fritz. Someday, he will see the ocean and his puppies. I'll make it happen.