I Am Your Dog
Author Unknown

  I am your dog, 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 may 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 must take that
long sleep, to run free in a distant land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may
not be here next week.

Someday you will shed the water 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 "trainer"
or even "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 because you wanted a soul to
share 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 only for 15 minutes. Look deep into 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 . . .