I’m sitting here tonight, feeling lousy for a multitude of reasons. Obviously my loss, compounded by a cold I picked up trying to get Sam out into the car in the pouring rain. Nothing on the TV could hold my interest, so the house is quiet while I wait for my wife to come home. Sitting here, with my mind whirling, trying to cope, I suddenly did something quite unexpected.
I smiled and chuckled.
For those of you with pets, this will be a bit of “preaching to the choir”. (For those without, this might explain the madness of we who are owned by our animals.) If you’ve ever lost an animal, take a moment and just let the thought of them bubble up freely. Don’t dwell on the loss, just think about them.
You’re smiling, aren’t you?
Oh, we animal people bitch about our pets, we complain about the food bills and the long walks on cold mornings and the disgusting habits of our beasts. And we often speak of the good we’ve done, how we have helped a pet from a rescue shelter or cared for a sick or injured stray. And if we think about it, we wonder at the lunacy of constantly giving our hearts to a creature we KNOW will someday die, tearing us up inside.
But we do it anyway. Because, whether we’ve realised it or not, we inherently know that it is WE who are the winners. We receive the love and companionship, the laughter at their clowning, the warmth on a cold winter’s day, and that look in their eyes that speaks volumes.
Thank you, Sam. Thank you for the laughter, the tears, the frustrations, the aggravations, and the warmth and love you gave us. Thank you for reminding me that while I rescued you from a shelter, you rescued my soul and my spirit.
(I will write a post about Sam in my line of “Why Can’t I Have Normal Pets”, to include his tuned barks, his gallops through the house, and his relationship with our cats. Soon – after Sam has had his due. Thanks to all of you for your condolences – they have helped quite a bit. )