Canine Connections

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Dogs and Humans and the connections between them

How does this connection work, how do offspring of apes and offspring of wolves connect?

There is a level of involvement – a bond that develops and which is (to the uninitiated) unexplainable.  We share our homes, our food, our lives with these four legged fur folk and when they are gone there is a hole in our hearts, and an empty spot in our lives.

I look at his mat, his food dish or even the door to the house and all I can see is that he is not there and won’t be there and I cry.

I know some people don’t understand the attraction at all and others are inexplicably drawn to cats instead of dogs, but I have always been a dog person.  For me a dog is a companion, a friend, a supporter.  A dog loves his person with nothing held back.  They are always happy to see you, even if you have been there all day already.  They believe the best about you at all times.  Walks are good, pets are good, snuggles are great.  They are sorry for doing wrong, happy to please you and loving beyond belief.

At the toughest times in my life – through my teenager years, through financial trials and my dissolving marriage through to concerns about my own teenagers – I had a dog to sit with, a dog who leaned against me and listened as I muttered, grumbled, cried and at times wailed.  Salt tears were licked away warmth was given, sympathy given with no conditions or impatience.

It has been a hard week – I had two dogs – now I have none.

Brave Tammy who should have been with us for years and years to comIMG_1272e was defeated by diabetes.  Comfort seeking Cleetus, who should have simply been slowing down and taking it easy was gone within a week of being diagnosed.  And my heart hurts.

 

 

What do I do with the collars and leashes and blankets and toys?  The food and treats I can give away, but their stuff holds their memories and mine.  Tammy grew up on a farm and had never had a collar or leash on before she came to us.   She had never been in a city before she came to us and traffic and big noises scared her.  She came to see her leash as a symbol of going outside and yet of being safe with us.

Cleetus had been a stray on the street before coming to us, he was fearful of men and especially men with hats, but he took one look at my son Nolan and tried to climb up and sit in his lap and when he couldn’t just leaned against him. Connections.

Those connections run deep and run both ways. No one will ever get me to believe they bond with us only for food and shelter.