Thoughts for today;
I think about my journey with Dogs and our travels through some tough times in their life and also in my life. I find we are bound to each other in a symbiotic way that is hard to explain. One either can understand the connection or they cannot. There is no way for me to explain the connection, other than we walk a simpatico path together. It seems to me that mankind has always had this intertwining of spirit and body with our dogs. Warmth by our fires, in exchange for fighting our battles. I am a dog person. I am a animal person.
Some of our companions are like good friends and then they can move on leaving us all the better for having known them . Then there are others that creep into the very fabric of our Being. These fellow travelers , somehow become part of our very soul.
Dogs do not live long enough for us to live out our lives with just one or two companions. I find I have had seven. Some were long time keepers and others passed by me , like a ' Shadow ' moving on . All the while working our moments together, like a fine fiddle. In the good and the bad , until our Karmic destiny is completed.
Like with humans, "the moment" brings a spark of energy, a synaptic firing, we both either win or lose in that moment. Dog, it appears to me, is a more generous entity than our human brethren. They give us more leeway to learn what they desperately want to share with us. Like with humans, we both are working our way down and through our Karmic path to our destiny. Sometimes together and other times we part and go on our separate journeys. Either way, we have left part of our spirit with each other. For bad or good, each learning the lesson destined to be learned by our intersection. When ever I hear of a mean dog that has had to be put down, I wonder what evil it had encountered in its past. "It", for the most part was most likely a human being, lacking the God given ability to not bite itself, in a rabid emotional void.
Sometimes it makes me sad, that I cannot find that unconditional love in my brethren. ,as easily, as it is given to us by our canine companions. There is no "two faced exchange". You either get a lick or bit. They respond to some pheromone that tells them you are a danger or a friend. I must say, I still retain vestiges of that instinct. I have nurtured the instinct and learned from my fellow canine travelers. I pay attention to what makes the difference, in ascertaining friend from foe. It is a valuable skill to nurture. Like my dogs, if you kick me to many times when I come in friendship, one day I will bite.
My dogs each and every one has imparted to me a gift of love, that has bettered me as a human being. I am sorry to say that is more than I can say about my interactions with my own kind. Actually the reverse is true. I have to look back in my life time and actually try and remember the people that I met, who have left me better than when they found me or made me a better person for having known them....Wow, that speaks volumes to me.
As care takers of this Planet and all the Life upon it, we appear to be doing a miserable job. I realize that is a sharp opinion and on another day I might be more lenient in my opinion. Today however, thinking about my dogs, I have to give the nod to my canine friends and I say "friends" in the truest meaning of the word.
As stewards of this Earth we might try loving each other more, killing each other less, give licks and kisses, instead of snarles and nips and in the end we might be better dogs .
About Rufie. You might wonder why I speak less about him , than Bella? If you notice the gentleman on my couch, he is dying of cancer. Rufie has so much love to give to everyone and is such a gregarious character, he has gone to live with Bob until he passes. Rufie lies with him on his bed and is spreading all the love his little being can give on Bob until he can come home after his work is done...