Seeking Clues
Sitting on the rug, I watched Rocky closely. “What’s eating you, pal?” I mumbled, rubbing his back. He slumped beside me, eyes soulful yet…
troubled? His expressions seemed more like a puzzle waiting to be solved. I patted his head, peering into those amber eyes for hints of the life he had hidden from me.
It was clear I needed to listen carefully to what Rocky was trying to show, even if I couldn’t hear it yet.