Sunday, December 11, 2011

Scrappy Dog Sunday!

This week has been very scary at Casa de Pedersen. My little Ms. Lola had a bad tooth. We had to take her to the vet and get her checked out. I was slapped in the face with the reality that Lola isn't a puppy anymore. She is now a senior dog and while in the back of my mind I always knew that, the stark reality that she is not going to follow me all through my life hit me like knife through my heart.

I found this online and it pretty much explains my love for this little girl.


From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog,"
or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."

They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog,"
and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand
phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust,
and pure unbridled joy.

"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.

So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away
from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog",
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
"just a man or woman."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog"
just smile...
because they "just don't understand." 
 
by Richard Biby

8 comments:

Becky said...

That is an excellent article. Beautiful pic of you and your lovely Lola. xoxo

Becky said...

What Becky said!

LimeRiot said...

What a beautiful article. It brought tears to my eyes.

Crystal Rhew Staley said...

Oh that's lovely Pam. I know how you feel about having a senior pet--my Maggie is 13 now and I'm hoping she gives me many more years! Love to you and Lola!

Denise said...

Nice article and so true. My cat is 22 and has lost most of his teeth. He is getting crankier and crankier but as long as he is getting around and not in any pain he will be with us. Just cant imagine life without him. Give Lola a hug from us!

Digital Misfit said...

I cannot adequately express how much I love my Booker. He is no longer a pup - in fact he has developed quite a dashing white beard.
Right now he is outside, enjoying the sun and snow on the ground, and playing with Sophie the Squirrel in the tree. He has a special woof he uses only for her, and she seems to love to tease him and play peekaboo.
"Just a dog"? Never.
Lots of love to you and Lola and the rest of the furry family.

Sue said...

I completely understand, my baby, an 8 year old shih tzu, is getting older and while he has always had medical problems, they are becoming more apparent. I am sometimes hit with the realization that the day will come where he is no longer there to meet me at the door, or crawl on to my lap and sleep so I can listen to his little snores. He is my absolute heart, I would glad take a bullet for him or anything else he needs. I try not to think about it and try to store up memories and pictures to have when he is gone, but they won't compare to the sheer perfection that is he. They are not just a dog, cat, or anything. They are a companion, friend and comfort. I hope they understand how loved they truly are.

Excuse the typos, I am typing on my iPad and got a little Geary eyed :). Best wishes and good health to the lovely Lola.

Pat Riesenburger said...

Oh dear....what a wonderful blessing our furry friends are and what a void is left when they transition beyond us. I lost my four year old pup to Cancer last December and I still struggle with the loss. She had my heart. Sigh.