THERE’S ALWAYS A REASON
On the eve of Gracie's 12th birthday I find myself reflecting back.
When I was a very young child I felt something was missing. The answer came I learned later. I had missed being loved. I knew I was different and that something wasn’t the
same as other children. I was allowed
few, if any friends. I dreamed my dolls, at least the ones I was allowed to
play with, were my friends. I would talk
to them, tell them my deepest secrets, and hold them close when no one else was
there for me, which was most all of the time.
Today, I find my head filled and cluttered much like a pot,
basket, or jar, with words that define my
work and my life, lost hopes and dreams, and dreams I never knew I had that
have come true and those that most likely never will.
In writing Gracie's book, I pull from a place in my memory of my first
dog, Blackie. I was about three or four years old and had repeated a bad word my father had
said. My mother, seething and ranting with anger, took
a bar of soap and ‘washed’ out my mouth. Not understanding any of it, I ran sobbing out the back door and into
the yard. As I sat on the back steps, my cocker spaniel, Blackie, ran to
me. He jumped into my lap and laid his
head on my shoulder. I held him and cried for what seemed like forever. It was
the first time I had felt someone, or something, loved me. I could never have
imagined that that moment would have led me to a lifetime of devotion to all
things dog!
Looking back decades, I remember that moment feeling a comfort
and love that I had never felt from anything or anyone before.
From that day until today, dogs have understood and been
there and balanced me when I didn’t think I could take another step. They have
taught me phenomenal lessons about life, pain, sorrow, healing, grief, but most
of all about unconditional love. I have
never known or felt that feeling before from anyone. I sometimes feel ill equipped to even write or attempt to explain it.
What I do feel equipped to write about is, quite literally, a
lifetime of pet therapy and how lives are changed, moments of grief softened,
smiles brought to faces that had seconds before been vacant. Spilling out into my writing now, it is easy
to see why I sincerely see the reason I was placed on this earth. There is a place deep inside of me where I
feel the same, or similar emotions, as do my patients. I have wanted them more than anything on earth, for
a while with Gracie, to feel the comfort, acceptance, and grace I felt when
Blackie taught me what love is all about simply by his presence. I don’t have
to dream of love any more. I see it. I
feel it just as I can see colors and light and shapes in clouds and the tide
coming in and out and never ceasing.
Moments with Gracie are treasures beyond words. They are gifts
I will cherish forever. For they are real
and filled with love, No pretenses, no
falseness, only a feeling that there is nowhere and no one I would rather be
with, as I write and sit with her by my side.
I inhale her fragrance, her bravery and her love. I want never to forget these moments for what
they truly are ~ moments of clarity about what really matters to me and what doesn’t. I have carried around pain, anger and longing, disappointment
and regret for too long.
With Gracie I have learned there is no other choice but to be
brave. As a complete stranger said, “Gracie has determination beyond the
world.” Her warriors and patients have given her her eyesight back…and she now sees with her heart. And she has taught me to cherish my life moment by
moment. And it is this I hope to share in her book with others. BECAUSE OF GRACIE is in the rewrite stage. It has to be top priority until it is completed.
Ernest Hemingway said, "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." This is where I have found the answers, and where I have found grace and peace and a lifelong mission fulfilled. For when I began to follow my heart, the world conspired to help me ~ because of Gracie.
What has been so powerful in Gracie's influence? Time with her drowns out pain in her patients and her momma, as often those of us flattened by life begin to inflate just a bit in her presence. A paw extended can bring clarity to an ordinary moment. She has been an extraordinary dog, serving extraordinary people.
As for me the day she came into my life, I was challenged to live with forgiveness. Perhaps this is what forgiveness looks like in the ordinary moments and encounters of my life. From Gracie and our warriors, I have learned what it is like to weep, what makes us fall and stumble and then somehow rise and go on.
Happy 12th Birthday little one.
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