February 13, 2008
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Sweet Sadness
Today would have been my little black dog's 8th birthday. The wound in my heart still bleeds for him. I miss him every day. May you be frolicking in the fields of a rainbow heaven, little pup.....you've left a pawprint on my soul forever. Happy Birthday, Butkus.
Why do animals affect some of us so much while other people look at us and shake their heads, baffled? There was an article today on one of the major network newsites, about a Marine who befriended a stray dog in Iraq, and when he moved bases, the dog fought through 70 miles of war zone to find him again. Granted, I'm a little emotional today, but I think it's fair to say regardless of when I read the story, I'd be in tears by the end. Even with the happy ending. Animals (dogs in particular) stir something in me. It's in actual physcial feeling - a pulling in my chest. I am drawn to them, I want to surround myself with them....and I feel my life is not complete without them. Perhaps its the innocence of dogs...the lack of ability to disappoint. Lord knows I have more faith in dogs than in people in general. A sad statement, but a true one. But what is it really that causes so many of us to feel so strongly about animals?
Comments (3)
I spent my entire childhood without pets. Yes, I was deprived. Now I live with a cat and two ferrets and I can't remember my life without them. When they go, I'll be miserable.
I'd love to own a dog.
What a nice tribute - you have wonderful memories of him. Who knows why we feel that way about our pets, but my girls really do love their dog, and I think it has made a great difference in their lives to have a dog. Have a great day!