As I watch her pace around following the walls, I wonder what is going on. It’s early evening and Shelby is usually lying down and listening. Her pace is calm and even. She’s not anxious or jumpy just restless.
I ask her “Shelby, what’s wrong?” She pauses for a split second and then resumes her even, steady pacing. Around and around, following the walls, non-stop pacing. I ask her again “What’s wrong?” I get down on my knees and stop her. She moves around me and continues pacing. I don’t know how many times she went around the room.
Shelby suddenly stops. She sits down and moves her head as if she was looking around, sniffing the air. She gets up and moves a few feet and stops. She lies down and breaths a whimpery sigh.
I go back to writing. Shelby goes to sleep.
I don’t know why she paces. Since she went blind she has paced a couple of times. Each time the area of her pacing has gotten larger. At first I thought she was memorizing the room. I don’t think that anymore because it feels more like a compulsion. I’ve thought about the different times she’s paced but can’t find a common element other than the pacing. It makes me think of the stories of lions in a cage.
Do you have any thoughts?