Day 7 – Saying YES to MY BEST FRIEND

My best friend other than myself is Simba! He is my 21 month dog. Actually he is still way more puppy than dog! I love him to pieces. Had I known what it would be like to have a dog I would’ve done this a long, long time ago.

The truth is that when I was twelve I was deeply saddened when my special dog was given away. I came home from school everyday and went to the back door and “Tiny” would come to the back door and we would play. Actually I barely even remember playing with him and I believe that is because I blocked it out after he was given away.

This particular day I came home and he did not come to the back door. I turned to look at my mother who was watching me as she sat at the kitchen table.

I said “Where is Tiny?”

She said “We gave him away.”

It was gut wrenching. How could my parents do such a thing and not give me a heads up first so that I could say goodbye? I must have put up a huge fuss because two weeks later my parents called the organization to find out if our dog was still there and we discovered that he had been adopted by a family for their little boy who was 12.

For the last few decades I often wondered what it would be like to have a dog and I always came up with an excuse about why I could not have one. There would be hair all over my house and on my clothes. I traveled a lot and I would not want to leave my dog in a kennel and miss me. Another one was that I am allergic.

And now there is hair all over the house, on my clothes, in my car and in my bed! I wouldn’t have it any other way. Maybe I am allergic but if I am I got used to it. He snuggles with me and I can feel our relationship strengthening all the time.

Shortly after I brought him to my house last year I was standing at the back window watching him play and I remembered how I was standing at the back door as a child waiting for Tiny to come to the back door. And then the tears flowed. Simba helped me get in touch with old, stuck emotions that I was able to release. He is my healing dog!

Sometimes I wonder why we kept getting dogs when I was growing up. And sometimes I think that Simba is Tiny’s spirit who came back to me. Maybe that is just wishful thinking. It does not matter. What matterS is that I just adore my baby. He is so sweet and special and I am in love!

Love and Light!

Wendy

PS. We had a dog name Giant who was actually tiny. I have no idea why we named him Giant! When we got our next dog he was tiny but then he got really big and it was always funny to call him Tiny 🙂