Left Field

Daily writing prompt

If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?

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I don’t have a pet, not in the conventional sense. No dog curled at my feet, no cat judging me from the bookshelf. But I do have a creature that lives with me, depends on me, and responds to my tone, my routines, and the weather inside my body.

My pet is my nervous system.

It’s been with me since childhood — loyal, hypervigilant, and catastrophically overtrained. A rescue, in every sense. It learned early that the world was a place where you had to stay alert, stay small, stay ready. It learned to bark at shadows because sometimes the shadows barked back.

If I could make this creature understand one thing, it would be this:

You’re safe now. You don’t have to scan the horizon anymore.

I would kneel down, meet its wide eyes, and say it slowly, the way you speak to an animal who wants to believe you but has history in its bones. I’d let it sniff the air, check the exits, do its little perimeter sweep. I wouldn’t rush it. Rescue animals don’t unlearn survival in a day.

I’d show it the life we’ve built — the soft lighting, the predictable routines, the chosen family, the kitchen that runs on mise-en-place instead of chaos. I’d point to the calendar and the commute and the fact that no one here raises their voice. I’d let it feel the difference between vigilance and awareness, between danger and memory.

I’d tell it that it doesn’t have to perform anymore. It doesn’t have to anticipate every possible outcome. It doesn’t have to run the simulation before the moment arrives. It can rest. It can stretch out on the rug. It can trust that the door closing behind me is not abandonment, just absence, and absence is survivable.

Some days it believes me. Some days it doesn’t. That’s the thing about rescue animals — progress is real, but nonlinear. You celebrate the small wins: a quiet morning, a relaxed jaw, a moment of stillness that doesn’t feel like freeze.

But if I could give it one truth, one anchor, one thing to hold in its teeth when the world gets loud, it would be this:

You’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to guard the whole perimeter by yourself.

And maybe, with enough repetition, enough gentleness, enough structure, it will finally curl up beside me — not because it’s exhausted, but because it knows it can.

Scored by Copilot, Conducted by Leslie Lanagan