I sat on the sofa with my dog and flicked through the TV, there wan’t much on and I wasn’t in the mood for anything. I found some re-runs of a murder mystery series and with that in the background, I picked up my knitting project which was a toy teddy bear.
Weeks of being on and off ill had meant I hadn’t got around to finishing it but today could be the day. Settling down, I started knitting, my dog sleeping behind me as she often did on these kind of days.
After a few rows, I pulled more of the wool and noticed it was stuck on something. Turning, I saw that unable to snuggle against me my dog had placed her head on the wool ball as if it was a little cushion.
Feeling mean for waking her up, I slipped the wool ball away from her. She raised her head, seeming confused at being awake.
‘It’s okay, old girl. Come lay on my lap,’ I told her whilst rubbing her head.
She yawned and re-curled against me, going back to sleep once again. I carried on knitting, thinking there was no better therapy then this.
(Photo my own. Please don’t use it without permission.)