I don’t often talk in much detail here about my real, day-to-day life. Today, though, I wanted to introduce you to a special guy whose path intersected with mine for a little while.
This is my fur-brother Eli — my parents’ sweet-tempered standard poodle — who crossed the rainbow bridge on Friday night:
A few weeks ago, when I visited my family in Chesapeake, I spent a little time with this furry old man. The two of us lazed under the trees, soaking up the sun and the early-spring air. I dug my fingers into the soft ruff of his neck, thinking about when he was just a little ball of white fluff and I was still just a girl with a bare left ring finger. He was quicker and wilder then, and maybe I was, too.
For a little while, we were young together.
I took a few special snaps of the two of us that day, knowing they’d most probably be the last, and tonight I’m thumbing through them slowly. Oh, friends … What a beautiful thing it is, to be loved by a dog:
It’s been my experience that canines are kinder than people — big-hearted, loyal and forgiving to a fault — and I’ve often thought if we humans could love each other that way, this world would be a better place.
Please give your four-legged buddy a smooch on the nose for me, and spend a little extra time playing or snuggling today. The time is truly too short. ❤