International Dog Day was yesterday and as I watched people celebrate with photos and good cheer…my mind wandered back to our dog, Whitman, who, unfortunately, is no longer here.
Memories of Whitman in my mind…quickly magnified…as I remembered the life he lived…until the day he died.
I looked through old photos that captured beautiful moments…wonderful days…and I was thankful how these memories are never far away.
I love how some of our memories lie dormant…as if shrouded in a fog…and how, once the fog has lifted, we find memories of our dogs.
And such is the wonder of memories…as out of the fog they climb…that our heart can be filled with sorrow…and happiness…at exactly the same time.
Like how as each memory reveals itself…when it gives our minds a peek…a smile lights up our face…as a tear runs down our cheek.
I wonder if dogs weren’t created…if that wasn’t part of the Creator’s plan
to teach us life is short and we should grab as many memories as we can.
There are two wonderful curiosities that occur with dogs and their owners…
a kind of space/time aberration.
It’s something we all understand…that needs no explanation…
The first…and here I’m sure any dog owner would agree…
Is how our dogs…who love us no matter what…become members of our family.
I believe Whitman was the best dog in the world…
on this my feelings are strong…
I imagine every dog owner thinks the same…
And the second wonderful curiosity is…
none of us are wrong.
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