Root canal, dry socket, codeine. Not necessarily words you want in your life! Years ago, I had a root canal and was given pain meds, which didn’t sit well in my stomach.
Scene: Me in bathroom, having just prayed to the porcelain god, in fetal position on floor, moaning in pain, crying for sweet release from this mortal coil. I am facing toward the toilet, back to door.
Cut to: My border collie/black lab mix, Sheena ambling in, head tilted, tail all a-wag.
Fade to: Sheena sitting down next to me, furry face placed gently on top of my right cheek. The exact spot where I just had the root canal. Fade out.
This master manipulator, this loofah-stealer, so well-versed in co-opting half my dinner, did not ask for a treat. She didn’t try to nudge me toward the snack drawer. She stayed with me, even though I offered nothing in return.
Dogs know where the need is. They see with their hearts. Lesson we should all learn!