We all need people who believe in us, cherish us, snuggle up close when we are down, and dance with us when we are happy.
I am a writer and am reminded daily that I should be writing. But things, life gets in the way. There is always something more important pending and I never seem to get started on my 58th book. I feel stuck. Then I am reminded of a Booth cartoon showing a man sitting of front of his typewriter with a blank piece of paper. There are dogs everywhere. A woman, presumably his wife, is standing next to him, speaking. The caption says, "Write about dogs!" This hits home. This is the answer.
Dogs delight in the simple things. We should be more observant of the way they spend their days. Rising, eating, romping, back for a nap and always worshipping us. My four dogs surround me at the computer, observant, vigilant and softly snoring always with one eye on me. It is comforting....it is a message....it is important.
I love dogs. That comes as no surprise. I have had, and hopefully will have a fair amount of them. I love other people's dogs. And yes, I want to write about them about the love and the simplicity that embodies them. But metaphorically speaking elephants fill my house, but dogs fill it in a real way. It has been said of me that I love dogs more than most people. There are good reasons for that, perhaps with the most obvious being that dogs REALLY love you! To them you are wonderful every second of the day, and that love never hurts or wavers. They are love at its purest, love without end.
My simple pledge is to care for them all the days of their lives and keep them healthy and nurture and love them, as they love me. Until the end and at the end, I will live up to that pledge because we really are God to our dogs and must never betray their trust.
So delight in the simple things, remember those you love and treat them with tenderness, love and respect and be there for them no matter what. Just as our dogs are for us and visa versa. Perhaps by so doing, others will become more fully aware and realize that in the absence of such things we really do 'shrivel up and die.'