Many of you have read my book or my blogs therefore it is no secret that I have loved and lost. I have the stretch marks to prove it. At this very moment, Marla comes to mind. One of the most hurtful memories that I can recall is when my son cursed at me over the phone and told me how he wished I would die and that he would go about life as if I had because I had no more money to give. I cried from the deepest place in my soul. I loved – and still do – this child, now a grown man, with a family of his own with every inch of me. THIS is undoubtedly the most painful experience of my life.
I felt that I had died or at the very least I wished that I had.
I could not stop crying. It seemed as if almost immediately flowers appeared from Marla in the office right next door.
We shared life together from 8-5, Monday through Friday. On this day, it was more than superficial.
She felt my pain from the office a few steps away and wanted to make a difference and she did – in a way words (even for a writer) can never explain. We had worked together for years but on this day she penetrated my heart.
Marla walked into my office and held me as I wailed. It was way beyond crying.
I felt loved, nurtured, and cared for.
I have never told her…but somehow she knew. Life goes on. Pain. Heartache. We can choose to cower or fight. Live or die. Honestly, for a while death seemed easier.
God had other plans.
He built me up. He put people in my life that cared more about me than themselves. A first.
They loved me just for me even when I was less than I could be. They loved me back to life.
I remarried and moved away from my friends who were the best family I had ever known.
I still had a large hole in my heart…until Chloe.
When I held this sweet puppy weighing less than a pound, it was as if someone had superglued my heart. She needed me and I needed her. When my husband went to work everyday, she was a heartbeat away.
She needed me, cherished me, loved me, and was excited to see me – very excited to see me even if I had nothing to give. Oh the lessons that I have learned from Chloe.
I was reminded of this today. I was gone for the better part of the day. When I got home, you would have thought that I had been gone a lifetime. Chloe wanted me to pick her up, to hold her close – nothing more. No money. No agenda. She just wanted me.
Oh the lessons we could learn from these precious animals.
I held her and smiled. She was in her Taylor Swift “Fearless” dress. If you can imagine a dog smiling, she was – for at least an hour. Her person was home.
Nothing was more important at the moment. I sat there loving Chloe as she has me. If a dog can smile, she was!
Love in its purest form.
Life is perfect.
Yes. Loved back to life by a dog. Shhh. Don’t tell her. She has no idea that she is a D.O.G. I prefer to keep it that way. I love my diva, princess with attitude, yorkie princess.
If we could all love like dogs do – unexpectantly- the world would be a much better place.
Until Next Time,