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| Letter from your dog |
| This is one of the most amazing things I've ever read - it's sappy but if you really read it you can just sit back and go - holy crap - this is SO true. Life is just way too short - and our dogs are so much shorter. Every second is precious. I gave a radio interview once and I mentioned that Buttercup is a senior dog and I know that my time with her is limited - so I try to spend as much time with her as possible, and I followed it up with an email that said in part: The other thing I wanted to mention - and of course I thought of a million things I could've said after you left! - was about what I said about Buttercup and the fact that she's 10 years old so every moment that we have together is precious. That's one of the reasons why I DO spend so much time with the dogs - because their lives are so short - at some point I did make a conscious decision that I wasn't going to waste any more of my time doing things I didn't want to do and sacrifice any of THEIR short lives having to wait for me to get home so that they can go do fun stuff and be with me. I am in control of very few things in this world, but I was given the most amazing gift of these dogs - these particular in particular, and I don't want to waste them or their time. So I am using the website to increase all dog's access to places in hopes that everyone can enjoy their chosen life companions like I have been blessed to. I'm sure you'll agree that there's nothing quite like laying down on the floor and getting nose to nose with your dog and scratching his belly and looking in his eyes and just being there. It's pretty awesome. That to me is the essence of what "Charlie loves Halifax" is all about. And this poem really does sum it up. I love it. I think that if everyone read this poem and was touched by it they would understand how to have compassion - not pity - but compassion for living, feeling beings that do not look and act like they do. |
| I Am 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 running 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 and who 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 into my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy, and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, but we do have today, and life is oh so very short. So please . . . come sit with me now and let us share these precious moments we have together. Love, on behalf of canines everywhere, Your Dog (Author Unknown) |
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