Sophia just stared at me for the longest time, so I stared back, lovingly of course. I ran through the entire cancer scenario as I understand it now in my head like I was talking to her through this stare. I know she couldn’t hear me or read my mind, but it helped me to think about talking to her like she could. When I got to the point in my head where I was explaining this might hurt and I wanted her to know we didn’t want to hurt her, but we just didn’t know what the treatment might do, she leaned forward and licked me on the lips, nose and eyes. It was almost as if she was telling me it was okay. Talk about a moment – Wow.
Staring at Sophia
Written by Michael Myrick
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