Last night I experienced a love so deep and unconditional that it has shaken me to the core. As I sit here typing this, tears are streaming down my cheeks. Not that I haven’t experienced this type of love before. Certainly I have, from my husband, my family and friends, my sweet little puppy. This love, on this particular day, came from a throw away. I spent the evening with my grandchildren while their parents attended their first quarter conferences. We talked, we laughed, we watched and grooved along with videos that taught the 50 states and each respective capital. We colored a Thanksgiving tablecloth in preparation of Thursday’s upcoming family feast. I even had my hair and makeup done by my five-year old granddaughter. Any time spent with my grandchildren is treasured.
The addition of Henny, their rescue pup, has added a new dimension to this family. This dog has suffered so much at the hands of its former owner, most likely used for breeding purposes, then, literally thrown to the roadside. Luckily, she was found and turned in to the local SPCA, where she remained for several months. The organization quickly recognized just how special and full of love she was. They often took her along to special events. Then one day, along came the Ward family, whose elderly dog had recently crossed over the rainbow bridge. That day, Henny, with her loving soul, and eyes that simply emanate love, belonging, and kindness found her forever home. It seems she cannot snuggle close enough or look deep enough into the eyes of the beholder. Two paws on the couch, eyes locked on the intended recipient, Henny inches her way onto the desired lap. She then snuggles in, all 60 plus pounds, closes her eyes, and contentedly drifts off to sleep with a steady, contented snore. She is safe and loved at last. Life is good. She knows it and she deserves it.