This path we walk is fraught with twists and turns…and along the way we touch countless others…often without even realizing it. One can only wonder how many times in the course of your life that your kind word brought a lift to another's spirit…or, sadly, how many times a thoughtless barb has crushed another.
As time passes, I am certainly more and more purposely mindful of TRYING to leave a happy wake (even though, being human, I do still trip up more than I'd care to).
Like people, dogs evolve throughout their life. The puppy that starts its life with us is very different than the old dog we say goodbye to.
When a friend recently commented that her aging dog no longer looked like the young dog she KNEW, I thought of how many times I looked at younger photos of my elderly Italian greyhound and thought "that is not the dog I KNOW".
Giggy/Litebulbhead was always amazingly intelligent…but he became wiser with every year of his life. Those eyes looked at me with such intensity sometimes…such love…even when I had let him (or myself) down.
It is said that the eyes are the mirror to the soul…and, like us, our old dogs' souls have seen so many things. Not just happiness…but pain, anguish, grief…
UNlike us, their aging eyes still look with boundless hope, infinite forgiveness and unconditional love…even when they know the darkest parts of our flawed human souls.
My animals are a treasure to me not because I dislike humans…quite the opposite, actually. They are precious, in part, because they teach me to be a better human and always remind me to keep working on my wake…
Litebulbhead, my little Sensei…thank you for bringing so much light and happiness to so many people (including me).