The Dog

  The dog quietly awakens the human soul.  It is a sumptuous discovery when the private and discrete connection subtly evolves between the two species.  The four-legged creature in need of sustenance, exercise, and grooming becomes a shadow, which quietly follows from room to room, rides in the back seat of the car, and watches every move with vigilant eyes.  While walks through woods, down a street, and everyday puttering become more vivid with the essence of life.  The human senses evolve as a new perspective develops and a letting go occurs.  A connection is made while each species learns the others language and a common means of communication are gradually established.  Not one merely of words, but involving all the senses.  It is complete, reliable and with out questions convincing.  Simple eye movements, vocal tones, and body movements become the basis of this language. 

     After Caccha’s death, my soul gradually fell dormant and life’s luster faded until eight years later when a brilliant, beautiful yellow ball of fur was delivered into this world.  At which time the thunderous clouds, pelting rain and blustering winds gave way to an early dawn displaying life’s infancy and a glorious rainbow.  There in the early hours of that rainy spring morning a breath of life was taken awaking two souls who would, unknowingly, reconnect.

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