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Love Unconditional

“Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog.”

……Sydney Jeanne Seward



The Best Place To Bury A Dog

Not An Ordinary Love


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



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Love is love, ordinary or not.

A Dog Has Died


I lost an old friend two weeks ago. I had no time to grieve. The day after he died a blog I read posted the poem below. The poem is by Pablo Neruda.
The blogger called it “found zen”. I realized how lucky I am to have all these beautiful animals in my life to keep me grounded. Unfettered unconditional love is what I aspire to. These bodhisattvas will return for me.

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Someday I’ll join him right there,
but now he’s gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I’ll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I’ll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he’d keep on gazing at me
with a look that he reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea’s movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean’s spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.b-web

                                 There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don’t now and never did lie to each other.

                            So now he’s gone and I buried him,
and that’s all there is to it.

Even In The Depth Of Winter

The sun still rises, light sparkles

Joy is found.