You would be forgiven for believing that we have never lived in a more dangerous and deadly age.
Death penalty by firing squad.
Extremists murdering school children.
Deadly riots in the ‘Land of the Free’.
However, the truth is the opposite.
We live in the safest ‘age’ since we evolved into being 200,000 years ago. Although this knowledge doesn’t really dampen the genuine sorrow following the tragedies we have seen in the past week. Carnage and death all over our blue planet. Mostly by our own hands.
However, it’s not any one of these tragedies, nor the combined sadness of them all that dropped me into a sea of sadness this evening.
It was the death of a dog that I have never met.
My online friend Mel, lost her beloved poodle just recently. And I sobbed as I read her words. I crumpled in my chair and covered my face with my hands, and sobbed. I still feel utterly wretched at losing Horatio and Jack eleven months ago. Almost a year – I can’t quite believe that number.
Despite all the human casualties that have passed in the near gone days, only the news of Ginger’s death was enough to make me succumb to misery. Dogs are such genuinely wonderful creatures whose hearts are larger than their earthly bodies. All they do is give.
But somehow I need to move past my sadness, so I will attempt to empower myself with the words that Mel shared about her departed pooch . . .
. . . . ” all pets returning to their healthy state, trotting around with butterflies and birds”.
So my Beloved Jack & Horatio – please take Ginger under your wings and show him around. Show him where the sweetest water is, where the sunniest patch is and take him to your fluffy warm bed each night.
I know you’ll all be best buds.
I love you.
Thank you for loving me all those years.