A LETTER FROM YOUR DOG

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to
whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always
seems like you are running here and there, often much too
fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.

Look down at me now, while you sit there at your
computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray
hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you
see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves
you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would
forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a
simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To slow
down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.

So many times you have been saddened by the words you
read on that screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes
we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it
wrenches your heart out of your throat.

Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you
may not even seem to know until the very end, when we
look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take
that long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here
tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will
shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep
grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you
did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you
so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me.

We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next
to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do
you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk,
you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as
"trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living
soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about
the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something
profound about myself, or even life in general.

You decided to have me in your life because you wanted
a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from
you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion,
I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our
spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet"
---I know what you are. You are human, in all your
quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me,
on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only
for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my
ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know
your true self.

We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very
short..........................

Love, Your Dog