Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I AM YOUR DOG





I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.

So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes.

What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. --author unknown

14 comments:

Andrea said...

This was a simply beautiful post. Thank you so much for sharing.

Mrs.Ruiz said...

Very sweet:)

NORWOOD UNLEASHED said...

So true... I have learned a great deal about myself, morality and love from my dog(s). I can't imagine life any other way.

Norwood

Fireblossom said...

I LOVED this! Wise words. Dogs offer us so much, if we will just take time to be with them!

♥Caroline♥ said...

very true...

I love when your talking about your problems to them and their little face looks at you with such confusion.

Jane said...

Oh my, that brought tears to my eyes! Your Jake reminds me so much of Niko. I know what it is like to watch a member of the family age, and dogs seen to do it so quickly, don't they? Give Jake a hug for me!

Jane

Stacy said...

Thanks T cuz I haven't cried yet today... ;)
Same goes for cats :)

Carolina said...

You did it again! :-(

But you are so right! I love the way you write, even if it does make me cry almost always. Hehehe.

Betty said...

Wow, that's a tear-jerker...in a good way!

As I'm typing this comment, I am all twisted around so I can reach the keyboard around two of the little ones on my lap. Yesterday, there were four of them on the computer chair with me. I've learned to type pretty quickly using just one hand at times.

Thank you, thank you for a beautiful post!

Phyllis said...

This is so very true. I learned my lesson years ago when I lost my white GSD, and still feel guilty today for being so impatient with her in her old age. I've made up for it with my other dogs though. I make sure they get at least a few minutes, usually more, from me each day. I've gone from 5 dogs to 2 within 2 years, due to age mostly. The most recent was my sweet mutt, Harley. I knew he was getting close to the end of his life and made sure I layed on the floor with him every single day and stroked him and told him how much I loved him. I wasn't ready for him to go, quite unexpectedly, two weeks ago. I am so glad he knew how much I loved him. I miss him so much.

Dog_geek said...

Oh, I had seen this one before, and I had to stop reading as soon as I recognized it so that I wouldn't have to cry again! I'm not sure that it worked, though!

troutbirder said...

Thank you

Jan said...

Think I need to go sit on the floor and talk to my cat. Thanks.

Andrea said...

How beautful! I try to stop a few times everyday and sit for a period of time with my dog. He is a cancer survivor so I value every day we have with him. I hope he knows it.