Ipolani Dream

It was a startling dream to which I still return for insights.

I came into the room, and there was our cockapoo Ipolani, staggering but still on her feet. Just seconds before she had been eviscerated, by whom I don’t know. I went to her, knowing that there was nothing I could do. My hands were useless. I was too late. What good would it do to gently restore her insides to her body? I held her tenderly in my arms and did the only thing I could do. I comforted her and moaned from deep within myself, where the deepest grief resides. This dream has taught me about compassion. Sometimes that’s all we can do, and ought to do: moan with the mourners.