Saturday, 19 July 2014

A Dreamy Fox Pup

Recently I've been feeling a little out of sorts. I've had a lot on my mind and my stomach has been playing up, eating too much of the wrong thing, like soil and roots. I spent hours just lying in my bed staring at the wall, not knowing what to do. I must have nodded off because I had the oddest dream.

Somehow I managed to find myself outside. It was a warm midsummer dusk and I was in a car park beside a number of concrete buildings. The public lights had yet to be illuminated and most of the car spaces were empty. The main building had light emanating from its entrance but its windows looked dark and reflective. It was eerily quiet. Then, padding daintily up the slope of the road towards me, came a young female fox pup. She didn't flee upon noticing me and without fear approached me to say hello. Instead of getting all flustered and defensive I responded kindly.

She was very young: her cute fox eyes sparkled, a panting smile stretching across her mouth, with an eager playfulness in her stance. I very rarely play with other dogs now but there was something about this young pup that made me feel young again. We played at chases, running around the cars that remained, pausing for breath occasionally, staring at one another, watching for a sign that the game would begin again. It was good innocent fun to use those old muscles again, spoiled only when two humans appeared. My master and mistress wanted me to come home. Distracted by their arrival I failed to see my new friend leave. As silently as she appeared, she was gone.

fox pup tribute

In that moment, still in the dream, I knew we'd never meet again but strangely I felt better. And I didn't vomit or shit the bed that night either.