Could I have been more thankful?

There are some 86,400 seconds each day and I often wonder how many of them I give up as thanks. If you read this blog, you know how my life was literally turned upside down several months ago by what seemed as totally unnecessary and most assuredly as not fair. But as I’ve written in previous posts, life isn’t always that-fair, and it would have been projective to have blamed God for what happened. We often become critical of His involvement or seeming lack of it when bad things happen to good people. Do I consider myself a good person…most of the time. I try to lead my life by a straight and narrow moral compass. I fail miserably at times and yet, I know it is my faith that continues to return again and again to seek guidance and forgiveness and use some of those 86,000 seconds to return to grace. I give my thanks each day that “my boy” is here with me….not just him, but the others as well. For when you’re given a bleak outlook and the world turns inside out for you, one can’t help but realize that His involvement was always there. How much time will I be given….I am thankful for any.

My Silent Pawdners'

They are the strong, the silent, the mysterious, the delicate, the background purveyors of mediocrity. In some eyes, they are devilish, independent, aloof, and vastly inferior. To me, I don't give them enough "air time" on this blog. They are my Silent Pardners, quite capable of as much affection, love, devotion as my canine buds. They have been as much attentive to me on this emotional roller coaster as any four legged friend could be. They are always readily seeking me out for a warm lap, or a cuddle side by side on the comforter. And not the least shy about letting me know it's time for their meager morsel of 1 tsp. of canned food to supplement their dry food. They're constantly ready to leap tall buildings, dart faster than the speeding bullet, and certainly more powerful than a locomotive as they scurry about leaving only the wisp of their fur to chase their toy stuffed mice scantily scented with the elixir of the gods-catnip!!! Who would imagine that such a benign dried substance could arose the Kubla Khanish mentality and elicit such a perplexing response. Are they on a acid induced euphoric dream...is it something that Kurt Cobain himself longed for...or is that their endorphins have suddenly reached the pinnacle of enjoyment?? Who knows, who cares....for me, their delight in the simple joys of life bring a smile to my face and certainly a tear to my eye of their simplistic approach to life. They are my Riley, Georgy, and Re-Re!!

I Was Given a Gift

I look at my boy differently each day now, as I do my other two dogs and even my kitties. God granted me a gift in Sept.of this year and while this gift continues 24/7 I am totally respectful of life, its frailty and its total effervescence. The dynamics of life being able to change as rapidly as the race car driver shifting into his turn at Le Mans. I was also given a gift of trust from Dancer. For he put his trust and unconditional hope in me. It is with those undeniable qualities of him that we have completed a major hurdle in his treatment. It scares me sometimes to think that his entire world revolves around me....that I am the center of his universe. I am honored, truly to have that kind of endearing sentiment. And yet, it is knowing this that I may consign this sentiment to others. I am unbelievably humbled that I learned this from a dog. It took his total trust in me to understand my human spirit and my unrelenting faith not just in him that I would take care of him, but I had to again put my total faith in my God and bring it to His altar. It was from Dancer's spirit that we prevailed, or at least I did. I cannot thank him enough, other than to be his rock, his steady and assure him each day what he has given me. I post this picture of him (and me) as an embodiment of my enduring love for him. And while he is pressed against me, it is I with my arms around him, cherished to give me strength.