The eBark: Rockingham Dog Club Issue 3 April 2016 | Page 30

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.

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.

Still the love is always there,
even when we must take that
long sleep, to run free in a distant land.

Look down at me now. See the
way my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now.
That comes with age. The grey
hairs are beginning to ring my
soft muzzle.

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.

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 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.

So many times you have been
saddened by the words you read
or hear, of others of my kind,
passing.
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