He sits there looking at me. He stares as I take everything he knows and efficiently set it into boxes. He follows me silently as I flit from room to room, picking up some things, setting down others -- cleaning, organizing, deciding. He hangs his head in confusion and paces back and forth in quiet contemplation.
He knows something is going on. And he is uneasy.
I am packing up our lives together and he is unsure where we are going to be. His entire schedule is off and he is thrown for a loop. I cannot explain it to him so he will understand. He stares at me with those brown eyes in sadness, confusion, and complete trust, and I cannot explain it so he will understand. He is a dog and his world is changing.