… life is so enriched when you have the love of and for a dog. If you never take anything else away from reading my blog drivel… please know.. believe… that they feel, they love, they adore, they cherish, they hurt, they worry, they grieve. For those who have said to me – Oh, it’s all about the food, you give them the food and so they follow you around – well, if you believe that … you are missing out on one of the best relationships ever bestowed on us – truth, that.
I will never forget an experience I had with my dachshund, little Rudy – the piss pot. My daughter had just been in a horrible car accident and was lying in a coma at Yale. I came home to change clothes and collapsed on my bed in tears. It was the first time I let loose since the accident and the sobs wracked my body. Suddenly I realize I heard a wailing beside me that was not my own. It was Rudy – who had jumped up on the bed, laid next to me and began crying right beside me.
Ben is a very sensitive soul – he does not like when we argue in this house and lets us know immediately if there is tension in our voices. And hey – we’re Italian, it is what it is. He loves his bed and blankets and pillow and walks in the hayfields behind the house. His face actually scrunches up in a smile when I tell him -let’s go for a walk-.
When I was sick on the bathroom floor with a migraine (you might know that kind)… Frasier sat beside me, tucked up against me, worried.
Bailey LOVES bedtime where she can tuck up against Mike or myself for the night. On nights that I can’t sleep (thank you, menopausal mania) .. she watches Golden Girls reruns with me.
When I meet the shelter dogs who come into our fold while we try to get them homes, they are sooooo grateful to be out of whatever hell they just came from. The emotion is amazing.. can’t explain it any other way.
Let me not got to any Heaven where there are no dogs….
