While reading the January, 2006 issue of OUTSIDE magazine, I came across an article, "Go Big". It was their list of 50 things to do before you die.
I thought "LOVE A DOG by Ann Patchett" was a wonderful story. It was #4 on OUTSIDE magazines list of 50 things.
(Ann Patchett is the author of Bel Canto and four other books).
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did -- (applicable to whatever animal(s) you love
) This story made me smile! QUOTE
LOVE A DOG -- by Ann Patchett
I did not rush into getting a dog of my own. Despite the happy dogs of my youth, I wasn't sure about the commitment. What about those spontaneous trips out of town? What about vet bills and sleeping late and going for walks in the pounding, freezing rain? It seemed like a level of adulthood I wasn't ready for yet.
Oh, nobody's ready. It's just that one day you're walking through the park not even thinking about a dog, but there she is, the giant ears, the bright eyes, the tail that wags a full 75 percent of her body. In an instant, all those solid reasons become nothing more than a collection of flimsy excuses. The girl who is trying to give her away (she found the puppy by the side of the road in a snowstorm) gives her to you because this is Your Dog.
Or that's how it was for me and Rose.
Like any love, it was giddy at first. I couldn't get my work done. I kept having to stop and roll around on the floor with her. She followed me from room to room, licking my ankles. She was small and white, maybe a cross between a Jack Russell and Chihuahua, without the deep neurosis of either breed. If shedding were Olympic sport, she would have brought home the gold. I was besotted.
This is not to say that I didn't know love until my dog came along. I've loved plenty of people. I've loved plenty of dogs, for that matter. But Rose is my dog, and I am her person. Our commitment to one another is unshakable. She would throw all of her 17 pounds in the path of any pit bull to protect me, and I would do the same for her. Dogs know something about love writ large. The rotten part is that their life span is so much shorter than ours. Barring some seriously bad luck, I will outlive Rose by a large margin. She is 11 now. She has cataracts, and her back legs are weak. When we take long hikes, I always wind up carrying her home on my shoulders. Rose has taught me how to be a better person. I'm not sure I've taught her anything, except how to tell me when she wants another biscuit. Rose could not be a better dog. When she dies, I imagine I will howl like her ancestors, but the inevitable end of a relationship is no reason not to go there in the first place.
Like every single one of us here at Lightning-Strike, I know what it's like to love an animal soooooooo much; I was owned by several cats & one hamster during my lifetime.
The pain of losing each one of them was tremendously overwhelming, but....I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Wishing all of you peace, love, good health & happiness, always!
Love, Denise, Ben, Ms. Lucy & Mr. Yoster