A MESSAGE FROM MAX...
| My name is Max and I have a little
something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some
have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and
there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down
at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at
yours? They are slightly cloudy now, that comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to
ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do
you see a spirit, a soul inside who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit
that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your
time? That is all I ask. To slow down if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many
times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of others of my kind,
passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your
heart out of your throat. Sometimes we age so slowly before your eyes that you do not even
seem to know, until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract
clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we take that long sleep, to run
free in distant lands. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday
you will shed the waters from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their
souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more
day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We
have now, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor. And look deep into my
eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to
heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as a "trainer" or even a "Mom
or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball,
or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to
have me in your life (I hope) because you wanted a soul to share just such things with.
Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel
emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and
souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet"--- I know what you are. You
are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me, on the
floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if even for only 15 minutes. Look deep in my
eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your
true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. Love, Max (on behalf of
all canines everywhere) May be reposted and shared freely as long as this credit appears with the post given to J.D. Ellis 2001, rottweilerdriver@aol.com. |
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