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"I am your dog" (dealing with loss)

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  1. This was sent to me by a close friend who just lost one of her elderly
    dogs. She actually had to have "Mad dog" put down as he was totally
    crippled and suffering terribly. He could not and would not even
    voluntarily eat anymore, and the vet could do nothing for him.

    I feel for her....

    and I thought that this was special enough to share:

    I Am Your Dog
    (author unknown to me)

    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 others 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 . . .
    --
    Peace, Om.

    "My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-[censored]." -Jack Nicholson

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