It’s hard to put into words when you lose one of the great
loves of your life. It’s hard to breathe, it hurts to swallow, it’s hard to get
out of bed, and its hard to come home and continue through your normal everyday
routine of life.
Especially when that love was a four-legged fur ball filled
with an abundant amount of unconditional love. No matter how many times you
walked past him with your arms filled with groceries, or how many times you
were in a hurry to leave the house because you were late to get somewhere, or
how many times their slobber dripped on your favorite skirt and you got upset; their tail continuously wagged,
their lips parted with their tongue hanging out as if they were constantly
smiling at you, waiting for you to pat them on the head and say “I love you”.
That kind of love isn’t found very often. We, as humans
worry every single day, about what we do, how we act, what we wear, and who we
talk to; just to be liked, just to be loved, and just to be accepted. But, our
dogs don’t care. Our dogs don’t care what type of handbag we carry, what
designer we are wearing, what street we live on, what size house we live in, or
what type of car we drive. All they care about is that you come home, you love
them, you don’t beat or hurt them, and that you give them a little bit of your
time, love and attention. That is all they need to know, that you are a good
and decent person.
Dogs are the best judges of character. I have been around
some wild and hyper dogs, and even some abused dogs, but they know, they sense
when you are a good person. And I don’t just mean the kind that will bend down
to pet them. I mean the kind of person that is good to the core; whatever that
canine sense is, they know when a person is good or bad, and it allows them to
calm down, or feel comfortable around that person.
One of my good friends sent me this poem, and I think it
perfectly sums up a dog’s life versus that of a human’s life:
The reason why dogs don’t live as long as people according to a 6-year-old:
“People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life. Like,
loving everybody all the time, and being nice. Well, dogs already know how to
do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
I don’t think I could have said it better myself. Dogs are perfect.
There is not one judgmental bone in their bodies. If we could all take a note
from dogs, and learn to love a little more unconditionally, fight a little less,
run a little more, and take a few more afternoon strolls…then I think there would
be a lot less abuse, a whole lot fewer divorces, and a lot less pettiness in
the world.
I understand the loss of a pet to most isn’t quite as traumatic
as the loss of a human family member. But when that pet was there for you at the
lowest point of your life, when that pet reminded you, you HAD to get out of
bed and function every day, and that pet reminded you that the evil that tore
you down and brought you to that horrible place in your life wasn’t worth the
tears you shed everyday…is like the loss of a human family member. Just because
they aren’t in our lives for 50, 60, or 70 years, doesn’t make them any less
important. So why are we expected to bounce back? Why are we expected to go to
work, or go to school the next day, as if nothing has happened? Where is our
bereavement time? Where is our time to mourn the loss of that wonderful
creature that stood beside us, and kept a smile on our face during our darkest
hours? Or our time to remember all the wonderful memories we shared over the
years?
Judgment, betrayal, anger, and war may be of human nature,
but when it comes to the canine world, there is nothing but licks, nudges, and
happiness. And there are some days that life in the canine world seems so much
sweeter.