Do you ever have those days or those times when you just lack the zip a do da? A time when there is nothing to wag about? The days you know that your person is hurting and all you can do is stay close.
Sometimes there seems to be nothing to wag about. Yeah there are times my tail hurts. More often I sense my mom doesn’t feel well. Once in awhile there is a sadness I sense in her. Like she lost something… for a dog it is not difficult to sense this sadness. There are days where I know it takes everything my mom has to just walk what she calls “Brenda’s style.” Sometimes mom is literally so exhausted she drags tail from the time she gets up. I know sometimes she gets up just because of me…to let me out, give my medication and feed me. I know on these days mom longs to just go back to bed but stays up and does all she can to stay strong. I’ve licked her tears away as she cries from the pain and the lost…the loss of function, the loss of ability, the sense she is losing the battle against the all the things gone wrong in her body. These are no wag days. I linger near her and she hugs me tight.
Then I watch in amazement as my mom regroups…sometimes it takes a day or two, sometimes it takes just a little while but my mom will regroup. It is not physical strength but a strength from a different source. I sense it. Her Source of Strength is not in doctors, pills or portions but my mom strength comes from Some One she calls Her Master and LORD Jesus Christ and the Hope infused in her can not be pushed down by any circumstance for long….as her Master comes to her aid sort of like I come to hers to comfort and help.
When my mom taps into her Source it makes my day. Though I still see her struggle, still in pain and small things are difficult…there is a JOY in her that brings that strength back. This alone chases my no wag days away. My tail maybe little but when my mom has her “purpose and determination” back, boy can my tail wag!
May you never have no wag days. But if you do- I hope you have a source to get your wag back. Nothing is as great as that joy that bubbles up on the inside when my tail has no other choice but to …wag. 🙂
Have you ever had a day, a week, or a month when you simply “dragged tail?” Though I don’t have much of a tail to drag it feels like it’s dragging. I can’t quite put my nose on it but something is missing. Sometimes I don’t feel right, but I don’t feel wrong. I get real whiney and my mom doesn’t understand me. To be honest as a dog can be; I don’t understand either.
My mom looks at me with concern. I get stuck in this zone of “The Wandering Tale,” going nowhere but wanting to be everywhere. Doing nothing but longing to accomplish something. You think dogs don’t wanna work? We do. My mom will tell you I do much better with structure and boundaries. Most of the my wandering tale is just because I lost focus of that One thing I am to do.
I think I found the cure for the wandering tale. It is to stay focus on my Master and her will for me. If I start looking at squirrels, chasing the cat, bark excessively because I feel like it, I end up losing focus on my real purpose. This actually makes me more anxious and out of sorts. A distracted Service dog who wanders in thought or deed is a potential danger to the Master’s Service. One of my commands is to “look” which is the same as focus.
Don’t waste your time stuck in a wandering tale whether in thoughts or deeds -going nowhere. There is a great purpose for you that will impact your world for the good. Stay focus on your Master’s will and just do it. Life is short, especially for a dog. Why do cats have 9 lives, life just isn’t fair! So live your life with laser like focus, fiery passion and a sole purpose. I know my Master deserves no less.
Tears flowed down my mom’s face as she sat staring at the screen of her computer. Concerned, I “tapped” her to get her attention. Mom just hugged me tight, soaking my neck with her tears then shared the tragic news.
Sammi, my Aussie friend got hit by a car and died. Oh, Sammi why did you have to die so young? You were so full of life and fun. I loved it when your mom came over to visit my mom and we played and played. Thank you for the times we shared.
The tragedy of losing my friend Sammi, not only breaks my heart and my mom’s; it breaks our heart all over again as we pray for those who knew and loved Sammi the most – Mike and Cindy. How can I comfort such a great loss?
One thing I know is to live each moment to the fullest- like it is a gift…because it is. Appreciate each day.
This life has many joys but also many heart wrenching things that happen like sickness, disease, death, war, and homelessness- the list goes on and on. But my mom read to me of a time that is coming when G-d Himself will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away. (Rev. 21:3) Until then, me and my mom will be thankful for the Gift of life, value each day and live it to max. Until then- we Love you Sammi and we miss you! Thank you for sharing your life with us!
Missing you Sammi!