"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another woman. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog." - Gene Hill
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The best therapy
After a long hard day at work, how could anyone not smile at this face? His whole body wags and wiggles, as he yelps happiness to see me. My heart just melts... even with the incriminating evidence on his lips that proves he has eaten all the tomatoes from the garden. Without a formal degree in psychotherapy, he has healed me in 10 seconds and the stress of the day just fades. I am a sucker for pet therapy. It just is what it is... without any words exchanged.