A Dog? Unconditional Love from a Dog? Yes. I say. A Dog. I think the Good Lord gave us dogs, so we could have some small understanding of what it really means to show, and to have, Unconditional Love. How many times have I let her food dish run empty, and my Macha Girle just gently taps the side of her bowl, to let me know she is out of food or water. Love is Patient. How many times have we been waiting at the shop, for hours, while we get the van worked on, yet again. Despite being stuck in one place, for such a long time, Macha, is always willing to say hello, and give a little love, to everyone who walks by. Love is Kind. The little dog who lives at the shop, always stops by to say hello, and Macha never envies the fact that he has a regular house with a big yard to go to at night. She also does not boast about all of the traveling she gets to do. That would never occur to her. Pride, the wrong kind, is something only we humans have to deal with. She would never dishonor another dog. She is not selfish, though she may get angry with someone, for invading her territory, but, that is righteous anger, and does not easily happen. Waiting in the van, keeping an ear out for my return, while curled in her bed, confidant, because she knows I will be back, when say I need to slip into the store for ‘just a minute’. She keeps no records on how many times it took longer than I thought. No notes on the times we got home after dark, when I promised it would not happen again. Waiting, patiently, for me to finish a meal, or chores, or errands, or appointments, so we can go back to our cozy little trailer and she can have her meal, and then curl up next to me, and know that all is right in her world. She does not like evil, she delights in the truth. Her truth. That she knows she has a home with me, no matter how strange or bizarre it is, when compared to all of the other dogs she meets. She always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Her Unconditional Love is always there for me.
My Macha Girle, who I rescued at four years old, just turned 11 years old, last Saturday. That Birth Date is shared with my son, which I thought was so totally amazing, when I brought her home and went through her papers. I don’t get to be with my son on his birthday very often anymore, but I have an adorable little dog to keep me company. It makes missing special times with my wonderful son, a little easier to bear.
Recently, I heard from two ladies, that I have been getting to know, who are also full time travelers, like Macha and I. They are the reason I am writing this post. Each of them had just lost a dear companion. A precious little bundle, of fur-covered joy, gone. One lady had been expecting this for some time, since her, Bridget, was not doing well, and was already well on in years. The other lady lost her, Gabriel, suddenly, while he was still young, not knowing why. But in both cases, these ladies were there with their little doggies, at the end of their lives. There to love them, and tell them, it would be alright. I like to think of them as, Lady Bridget and Sir Gabriel, because each of them had a truly regal heart, as I believe most dogs do. Both of these dear ladies have shared about their loss, in a public forum, and have received all kinds of notes, and messages, filled with love and support. Everything I have read, both the posts, and the responses, inspired me to write about this wonderful love, between a dog and their person. I asked both of these ladies if I could write a post, and share a picture of their precious ones, on my little blog. To honor them, once more, in a special way.
I have lost dogs before, as well. It is never easy. I have looked into the eyes of a dying dog, twice, knowing they were saying goodbye, and told myself I did not want to go through the heartache of that loss again. But each time, I remember the joy they brought into my life. That sense of family. But I think something extra, something very special, happens, when it is just you and your dog living together. Especially out here on the road. The Good Lord created all things, but the only thing that He saw, that was Not good, was that man was alone. Family. It is a part of who we are, and how we were designed. Some say they become like a spoiled child, and I suppose there are those who do spoil them in a bad way. Just like you can find in a regular house down the street. But I say they can become like a beloved child. Discipline, and tough love, are integral parts of raising children. It is the same way, or should be, with our dogs, if we love them right. They can take a special place in your heart that is hard to describe. While dogs may not be family, in the human sense, they can be a part of your family, in a very special way. In the family of your heart. Your Life family.
Hearing about the recent losses of these two dear ladies, each on other sides of the continent from each other, caused me to think of my little girl, and though I try not to think of that day, the fact is, that I will, most likely, lose her too. Unless she loses me first. It made me appreciate my little, Macha Girle, all over again. It made her few naughty habits seem inconsequential, once again, and has inspired me to write more about my little girl, as these two ladies have often written about their little dogs. In fact, a post on one of the funnier sides of my Macha, is already being written, plus a post about how we first met. But I wanted to take the time to write about the Love, the Unconditional Love, that I see from my Macha Girle, all the time, first. That same love that, Sir Gabriel, and, Lady Bridget, shared over, and over again. Not just with the ladies they lived with, but with all of the people, and other dogs, they have met, traveling around the country. I know, because I have seen many posts and pictures, and heard the stories, of the love they shared.
So this post is for dogs everywhere, and for the people who love dogs, and for those who are blessed to have a dog in their life, and for those who have found that dogs can answer, in so many ways, that deep need we have for companionship and love, especially when we are traveling alone.
However, it is with the highest esteem and honor, that this post is dedicated to two little dogs, Sir Gabriel, and, Lady Bridget, who are not with us any more. May they both stand as a reminder, that for those of us who have their care, as our responsibility, we need to love them dearly, for their time with us is short, and so very precious.