If you know me, you’ve probably seen this photo. It’s the “epic puppy photo bomb” picture. In the foreground is Max, but you can see Titan behind him with his tongue sticking out. How freaking cute!
I remember taking the photo, but I don’t remember taking it with the purpose of capturing the photo bomb moment. That was one of those happy accidents in life. And today, my heart is heavy while remembering the loss of one of those happy accidents in life.
You see, if you know me, you’ll also know that Max passed away early last year. A year ago today, to be exact.
This dog was incredible. He might have been smart, but we’ll never know. He wasn’t exactly dumb, but learning how to do stuff we asked him to do wasn’t high on his list. 🙂 He certainly knew how to give the puppy-dog eyes so he’d get snuggles and treats though. I mean, who wouldn’t cuddle the heck out of that dog? Seriously.
He loved eating cat poop and nibbling on our ears. He loved his brother a lot as well. But he loved us so much too, and I loved the heck out of him. I still do, but it’s different now, naturally. He was just a lover. Friendly to everyone (except for Josh and me if we ever came home too late–we’d never hear the end of that). A true inspiration. I mean, he’d been given up as a seriously young puppy to a pound. Who knows what could have happened to him? But he rolled with the punches and ended up a happy dog with us.
Until he got sick.
Honestly, I don’t want to spend much time thinking about those final few days. Today, I want to celebrate his happy little life. Today, I want to look back and remember how sweet this dog was, how kind and loving he was. Because he was. Always.
We’d wake up in the morning and find him stretched out between the two of us–sometimes perpendicular to us, forming the horizontal line in a human/dog H in bed. If I’d been working too long, he’d come up behind me and put his paws on my back, reminding me that we all need to take breaks every now and then.
Which is something I need to remember to this day. Luckily, his brother, Titan, has taken over that duty. 🙂
Everything there is to learn about love and kindness can be found in our pets. That’s the moral of this story. I’m blessed with animals who are sweet, kind, and caring (at least they are to me… LOL). I look to them when I need to remember that things aren’t always what they seem, that my worth isn’t based upon success or beauty, that I can make someone’s day with a kind word or gesture. I’m alive, so every moment is full of choice. They choose their own happiness and do whatever floats their boat.
My dogs play when they feel like it, nap when the mood strikes, and eat when they’re hungry. Me? I work, work, work. Then I stress out, try to sleep, and then wake up at 1:30 in the morning because I remember that I didn’t do (fill in the blank) last night, so I have to get up and do it right now or the whole world will end.
Meanwhile, my dogs are sleeping soundly. The only thing that wakes them up at night is the occasional midnight bathroom break. Sure, their feathers get ruffled when someone knocks on the door and that doesn’t bother me, but we all have certain things that set us off, right? 🙂 The point is that they live simpler, easier lives. Which they should, considering that they live shorter lives. They take advantage of the time they’re given.
No, they don’t have to work or anything like that. I get that. I’m not saying that we should all give up and nap all day because we feel like it. I’m just saying that we should take a page out of their books and at least take some time for ourselves. That’s all.
And today, I’m doing that. I’ll be working today, but I won’t be checking social media, my phone, or my e-mail. Why? Because I can. Because I’m choosing me today. I’m choosing life–real life–today. I’m going to kick butt at work, probably take a nap, and snuggle some puppies before Husband gets home. And if that’s not how the day goes (because we all know that things can change at the drop of a hat), then I’ll roll with the punches, just like Max would have.