Knowing The Meaning Of Loyalty And Love
Over the past little while I’ve been seeing the odd story about the loyalty that some dogs have for their owners. There was one about a dog in South America ( I think) who ran away and lived near his Daddy’s grave for years after he passed. Same with a pooch in England.
Reunions between military dogs and their handlers on American soil after each had finished their tours. The picture of a dog standing guard over the body of his fallen companion in the Oklahoma tornadoes.
And I think to myself, how can anyone be so blind to miss out on this kind of unconditional love in their lives?
I know some people just aren’t animal people. I get that. But if you knew just what you meant to your furry companion, how could you possibly say no?
Sometimes I feel really bad about how hard it is to find the time to spend with my dogs since having a baby. I just don’t seem to have enough arms. Not enough arms to walk all of them and push a stroller at the same time. Not enough arms to make sure all their bellies get rubbed daily. And having to shoo them away in fear that they might accidentally step on the kid.
When I went into labour with Destroyer, the pug and the lab did not leave my side the entire time I was home. All day they sat in bed with me. After the hospital foolishly sent me home the first time, they were right back with me. When I was lying on the bed, grunting (unknowingly) through transition I had one of them pressed up against either side. One putting pressure on my lower back, the putting pressure on the front. It offered the smallest bit of relief, but they heard my pain and understood what was happening. They were both momma dogs at one time….one almost certainly from a puppy mill.
The hound, however, sat in the hallway looking absolutely terrified. She didn’t know what to do. Which is weird, because she is the plucky one normally. Maybe it was the screaming. Or the blood. She just had no idea what to do but cry, because she thought I was dying.
And according to their babysitter, she cried through the entire night. Running from the bedroom to the window From the window to the door. All. Night. Long.
And when I got home from the hospital a few days later, I have never, ever,ever, seen such relief and happiness on a dog’s face. In that moment she greeted me, I realized true doggie love.
I wonder if I had died, if she would have guarded my urn?
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you all to stop and give your doggies an extra hard hug today, and let them kiss you with a bit of tongue once in a while no matter how bad their breath is. Their love for you is unshakable, undeniable and incredible. They truly are the only ones who look past our faults, forgive us freely and believe we are better people than our actions prove us to be.
They can be taken from us suddenly through disaster or sudden illness. Can we show them the same love they show us?