hovering

I wonder if Lou is pondering the deeper meaning of life and why humans can be so unkind to each other and all other living beings or if she is simply wondering if it’s almost time for lunch? Whichever, her soulful eyes get me where I live and my heart catches with love for her. I hover over her like a monkey mama, fearful she will get out of my orbit and into sudden danger and that I will never get over her or the guilt. I can bear her growing old along with me, even God forbid a disease. It’s that unexpected awful thing that could happen because I am inattentive and let something bad find her.