i pretend he can see and i almost forget he can't and i talk to him so he can listen and follow me but i don't know how much he can hear and i wonder if he picks up the feeling knowing how it feels. it's lucky he survived his surgery and recovered and we're not in lockdown worrying about that in this unfathomable pandemic. i imagine he goes mostly by smell. if he goes totally blind he might have a keen enough sense of smell to still follow me. today i'm amazed how he can still negotiate the world as he did with his eyes guided by feeling and connection. feeling is an awareness that extends beyond the senses i guess. let's hope that he lasts through the pandemic, but the pandemic may be the way of life now, so let's just hope we last and don't get afflicted. when i stop and get down with him on the ground i feel grounded and fortunate to be alive.