One hundred years from now – perhaps even five years or (heaven forbid) one year from now, this beautiful furry beast will be gone.
But she is alive and well now, and beautiful now, and so I stroke her fur and hug her and know that this unique and special life is passing through, now, in this instant.
And she can only be fully known and appreciated now.
So I stop everything and hug her.
This is what it looks like
When dogs fly
Dogs teach us so much about life – the importance of a kind word, the touch of a hand, a hug.
The need to play, to chase a ball for nothing more than the joy of running, to feel the air blow into your face.
To nap frequently.
To take life as it comes and never, ever be ready to do anything but love.
Well, love and gobble down a good meal …
Willow is 8 today. She came to our house on May 16, 2009, but the breeder’s paperwork said she was born March 28.
By the time we visited the farm, all of her littermates had been adopted. We could take the little puppy who was alone in her cage, or we could choose from a litter that was two weeks younger.
We already had a name in mind. I picked her up, asked “Are you Willow?” and she snuggled against my chest in affirmation. No need to see the others. I checked out the younger pups, but Willow was still The Willow.
I have bonded with other dogs in my life (Hello up there, Poppins. Hello, Tucker), but no one ever had a hold on me like Willow The Best Dog There Is™ – she who jumps up on the bed when the alarm goes off and leans in for a spoon. She who won’t relinquish the orange ball. She who we were sure was part greyhound because her long golden-retriever coat was late in arriving and she ran like the wind.
I started calling her Willow The Best Dog There Is somewhere along the line, and added the ™ just for fun. I know other people love their dogs as much as I do. Sometimes – and those who do understand this – there’s just something deeper between human and canine.
Happy birthday, Willow.
Willow wants to chase the ball, but she wants to protect the ball. She won’t give it up.
But you can’t chase the ball if you hold onto it with all your strength.
Let the ball go, let it fly – then thrill to the chase.