Our Black Dog has his sparkle back.
He doesn't mourn what he has lost - like all of his vision. Rather, he playfully trots through life full of happiness.
This treat started on his nose, and he launched it when I said the word. He can't catch them anymore but he still loves this game. After he launches a treat, I find it on the ground so that I can hand feed it to him. Yep, he has me wrapped around his dew claw.
The smallest moments with R can touch my heart as they show his innocence and hopefulness. For example, I came into the house after being gone one day this week. I said hi to him (so he'd know who I was). His tail went "thump, thump, thump..." and then after about 10 seconds it went into an unstoppable frenzy of thumps.
When I looked over at him, I realized that his eye was sparkling in a way that I hadn't seen since before his surgery. Even though his eye is blind, it still expresses so much emotion. It is still a window into R's soul. On this day, it was filled with pure Black Dog optimism and joy.
Happy Black Dog Sunday. Every one is precious.