An e-mail from a puppy owner. She bought him from me 10 years ago. The last litter I bred. He was just euthanized after two years of illness. His brother died in December 2013 from prostate cancer. His owners, my niece and her family felt exactly the same way.
“I’m glad you finally have my words about Alfie, it was important to me to tell you. He was so special and his years of illness were a journey of patience and fortitude and unconditional love going both ways which I will never forget. I believe I was visited by an angel in some form and I have to believe I will meet him again one day.”
I sometimes wonder if I am just a kook; anthropomorphizing my animals. I feel the same way about the mother and grandmother of these dogs. I am sure the owner of the now deceased dad of these dogs feels the same way too.
According to the current issue of Oprah
“Few attachments are as heartfelt as the ones we have with our animals – and sometimes those relationships alter the course of our lives.”
People whose lives have been changed forever
Love is love, ordinary or not.
I was a very interesting child. Weird in fact now that I look back. Introverted, thoughtful, sensitive ….. spent a lot of time in my head. I anthropomorphized many things.
This is a picture of my Christmas doll Elizabeth. She was a Moon Baby. It was the 60’s and the race to the moon had started. Her eyes seemed to be looking at you no matter where you looked at her from. Very “spacey “. I thought she was beautiful. My older sisters liked my sister’s doll better. She was Mollie and was very much like a newborn. I felt very sorry for Elizabeth. I even cried for her and her hurt feelings: or were they mine? Like I said, strange.
I did get over my doll’s feelings, but I have never stopped anthropomorphizing. I give human qualities to most everything, live and inanimate. All my pets have distinct names and personalities. I talk to them like I would talk to anyone. I can carry on a conversation with Vegas, a cat, he talks back. I don’t dress my pets up as humans or pretend they are like my children. I just have intuitive feelings about things. I have spirit animals and plants. I always get excited when I see an eagle especially when I am traveling. I just feel safer. I love to hold bees in my hands in the garden. I talk to birds all the time.
Anthropomorphizing is definitely frowned upon in some circles, mostly psychiatric.
I love the sight of the moon through my sun roof when I am driving at night or when it comes in my bedroom window. I always acknowledge her as “grandmother moon” and ask for her guidance in my grandmother role.
I am so grateful that my husband’s practice of native spirituality gives me the space to connect with everything and anything.
Like this old coffee table from nearly 40 years ago. It could have been a candidate for the thrift store, but I didn’t have the heart to throw it out.
Once I sanded the top, it was like a blank canvas waiting to tell a story. A moon story. We had fun helping it.
You know what they say about stories?