It
was well after dinner and a few Merlots
when
I decided to stretch out on the rug.
My nine
year old Shih Tzu, Max, had denied
my
most wonderful offering of human food,
Pot Roast and Mashed Potatoes.
He
went ape over it last night
when
we had guests for dinner
but
tonight I was cooking up
something
else and he did not want to eat
luscious
leftovers, even though any other
animal
would have devoured them.
When
he does this "rejecting thing" with me
I
must admit . . . I DO become the animal
I say
things I cannot repeat but
harbor
in my sorrowful Dog Mother heart
So I
lay there on the carpet
deep
breathing and telling myself
Max
is not a human, I can't give in!
And then he
comes to me with his white fluff
fluffing and his
big brown eyes all full of fun
rolling
and pressing his head on mine
wagging
his tail, hopping away and then
rushing
back to nibble my ears
panting
wildly
and I
surrender once again
to
this little creature who must have been
human
once , I'm sure . . . but not now!
And I
remember how brief his life will be
and
it is I who must give into
this
moment of reckoning and meet him
halfway
barking and wagging on the bridge.
Joanne
Cucinello ©2013
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