In the midst of a difficult family situation this week, I considered forgoing my usual Friday post. But in appreciation for the lovely animal my husband and I share our life with, I decided to post anyway.
My Grandfather is dying. Like most families, we have come together to support one another during this difficult time. Our dogs have been a major part of this. Being a family of animal lovers, we derive much comfort from our non-human family members. From the tiny tail wagging cheer of my sister’s Rat Terrier to the large calm affection of my Greyhound, these dogs bring comfort and a smile through the tears.
Dogs are the best therapists, the best grief counselors, the best friends. A dog will be content to stand by you, regardless of your mood, and provide support and companionship that is willing to do whatever you desire.
Dogs are truly amazing. No other creature can sense what you feel before you are fully aware of it yourself, and then comfort you in the best way possible. The silent presence and cold wet nose say it all: “I’m here. I love you. It’s OK. Cry on my shoulder.” I thank God every day for this exquisite gift – my dog.