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My Old Dog

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My mom sent me videos of our dog in Korea.  He is 15 years old.  He is getting older and older every time I see him in pictures and videos.  This time, I could see the difference significantly.

He started walking slowly and unevenly.  Even though I was smiling at the video, my heart was aching.  What made me sadder was my excitement about having a new dog.  My old dog and my new dog were overlapped and blurred with tears in my eyes.

I didn’t know much about dogs. I was young and naive when I adopted him, along with my first dog who died eight years ago.  After I learned how to take care of a dog, I was already too far away.  I couldn’t even be there for my first dog when she died.  Perhaps the eagerness of wanting to be a better companion for my new dog makes me sentimental.  I sometimes accidentally call my new dog with my old dog’s name and that always chokes me up.

I haven’t seen him in over a year now.  I’m not sure when I’ll see him but I hope I can have more time to walk with him.

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