As I snuggled this morning with my black woolly bear, my old peppered greyhound, I whispered into his ear, “I know that I have to say farewell. But, I love you is my only good-bye.” When I think of everything that I would wish to say to him or even the depths of my gratitude for his love, learning and friendship that he has gifted me with, everything that I could ever want to tell him, is wrapped in those three words… “I love you.”
That is all I want him to know. That is all I need to say. That is all that truly matters.
A love so deep that when I hold him in my arms, I feel there is no separation between us. Nothing unforgiving that could destroy this pure love that we share.
Of course, people say how lucky he is to have lived this life with us. But I can tell you now, he has given more than what we have. They say he is rescued, but he rescued me.
Why does this world diminish the love of a four-legged kind? They are not lesser than we, we are all the same. Love is love. Just because it is wrapped in a different design, does not make it any less.
If I think back on this love we share, I honestly think it is because there is equality in our relationship. They often teach that we need to be the leader of the pack, but in truth, in this pack, we are all equal. We take it in turns. We each have a chance to lead, for we respect and love one another. The way I look at my dogs is that they are no different from me. I am not above them, there is equality.
I listen to them, for they do communicate. It is a communication of a different kind, for it is not verbal. There is a frequency that cannot be heard with the ears, but needs to be heard by the mind. They do talk to you, if only you would be still enough to listen.
Last night, I dreamt of Boss. He came to me and told me that he was dying. I knew this already, but it is his way to warn me of what is ahead. He knows I will be broken-hearted.