I can feel a dogs furry face as he pushes his wet nose under my hand. But this is a hospital, they wouldn’t let a dog in here? this is late at night? Should I buzz for a nurse? I can’t move my hand. I must be dreaming. No, I`m very much awake. I can feel the dog’s furry face as he pushes his wet nose under my hand….I stroke his head. He wants to play. How can I play with a dog? Now I am sitting up, something I haven’t done for weeks. A black, dog so friendly, no collar, no leash. He must have run away from somewhere. He wants me to follow him. But I can’t … yes I can, I`m walking behind him. Come on doggie, I`ll take you home, But … no …. he`s taking me home.
Words from a silent man, By Harold Moss, 1937-2010