It’s National Pet Day so I couldn’t pass up an ever-so-brief homage to my poodle-love. He’ll be eleven in November so indeed, he is getting grayer and moving slower with a hitch in his giddy-up. And yet, he can hear me whisper “cheese” from a mile away (I seems) and when he sees a squirrel his limp suddenly disappears and he’s off with the speed of a Cheetah! He is a bit more curmudgeonly too; just yesterday he snapped at me when I made him get out of the flower bed because he was trying to dig a hole to the next county over! After a stern (but loving) rebuke from me and a time-out in his bed so that I could finish planting a few herbs I could tell he felt bad. As I sat looking over the newspaper, he came to set his graying snout upon my thigh with “I’m sorry Mom” eyes.
Oh, how he has brought so much joy to my life. I still pinch myself after all these years….
He Chose Me!
I love you Brando.
p.s. My boy….I know the time will come…as certain as the sun shines and the stars twinkle in the night sky…
Yet, I cannot imagine a life without you! I will be a mess for certain….
Kind readers…I know I am not alone in that thought. You feel it too, N’est-ce Pas? (He is a French poodle after all).
It goes without saying; Our pets enrich our lives in a thousand and one ways. I’ve got to believe that when that Rainbow Bridge time does come, the unconditional love our beloved pets gave us, not matter what, will keep our hearts light with love and laughter as we hold their memories dear… through whatever life throws at us. Besides, as Helen Keller said:
What we once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
There is always bliss in that.