The Beauty of Art and Memory

This lovely photo was taken by a friend of mine who is an extremely talented photographer. I am working on a post of her amazing photography now, but I was stopped short by this picture she took and was compelled to blog about it.

When I first saw it, I thought of her dog, Shanti, the subject of the photo, and what a lovely little being she is. Then, when I looked again, I remembered my own dog, Max, who left this earth over a year ago and I imagine this picture is him, wandering into the universe to be a lovely part of it in some other way now.

Forget about religion, forget about afterlife and all that. I miss my dog. I loved him so much and he was with me, a silent witness to my recuperation eight years ago from a terminal illness, a violent and toxic relationship with someone who took from me until I was an empty shell. He lovingly ushered me into peace and love in my life, my new relationship, to a wonderful, giving, compassionate woman who became my wife. And when we were happy and content and planning our future hopes and dreams, he left.

He was the most fun, support, mischief, preparation for parenthood, that I could ever get. I will never forget him and when I lost him, I found this beautiful thing below:

“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.”

I did not write that and I don’t remember who did, if and when I find out, I will wholeheartedly give credit where it is due.

Our pets are lovely little souls who add such joy and love for such a short time. Their presence makes the world a much better place.

"He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."


I love you Max, you are never far from my thoughts

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