i knocked on the door of her room,
“Would you like a visit from a dog?”
“No, i have not lost a dog”
“Would you like a visit?” i ask as i enter the room —
we enter and the poodle sits in front of her…
“what a pretty dog!…..”
their eyes meet,
“but i am sorry i have no idea whose dog she is, she’s very pretty”
they gaze at each other for a moment….
“She is my dog,” i answer… “She lives with me”
even though the poodle is male….gender is irrelevant….
“well, i hope you find her owners…”
they continue to gaze into each others faces….
sometimes, the truth has no words….
and the rest is lost in translation….
all that remains is Love.