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In Memory of Chevy

The touching of souls...The love of the animal human bond, the trust it takes to rebuild an abused relationship, the hope for a better future and the healing that comes with it all.

The years go so very fast and before you know it that romping pup is

old and grey muzzled and they have sat by our sides while we read,

watched TV, and worked on our computers. Every so often they come and

lay their heads in our laps, toss our elbow with their muzzle or gaze

into our eyes and wait for us to notice them.


Take a moment now to remember what they mean to you..


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 running 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



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 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. 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

and who 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

into my ears.


Speak with your heart, with your joy, and I will know your true self.


We may not have tomorrow, but we do have today, and life is oh so very short.


So please--come sit with me now and let us share these precious

moments we have together.


- Love, on behalf of canines everywhere.


Your Dog