I AM A DOG

AM YOUR DOG
Author Unknown

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 green eyes look at yours? 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.

Sometimes a dog dies young and oh so quickly, 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.

--Love, Spenser

(on behalf of canines everywhere)