This weekend was absolutely beautiful - but still a little cold. We took our gal to the river in North Vancouver on Saturday - so many dogs were out with their human parents - running around, sticks in mouths, tails wagging!
There is something about the water that makes our gal positively wired - she runs in circles and barks and can't wait to immerse herself - she doesn't seem to notice how cold the water still is. She is mesmerized by all the rocks, and sticks, and trees, and smells in the air. She could stay at the river all day if we let her.
Today we headed over to Queen Elizabeth Park for a romp around the trees. We are blessed with so many beautiful parks in Vancouver ... so it was a good day with our dog, lots of sun, and the chill in the soon to be spring air. Have a good week!
Recently, a friend sent me a link to a letter written by Fiona Apple to her fans regarding the cancellation of her tour so that she could remain at home with her beloved dog, Janet, through Janet's final journey. I have to admit, I had never heard of Fiona Apple until now, let alone any kind of familiarity with her music; however, her letter to her fans brought me to tears.
Our animal companions give of themselves completely, unconditionally, and with unbounded enthusiasm. It is hard to describe the absolute joy created within this bond. At the same time, we know that the time we have is finite and far too brief. I have had the honour of being present in the months, weeks, and days leading up to both my own furry kids' transitions but also those of some of my customers beloved pets.
There is no way to describe what it feels like, before, during, and after our loved ones transition - there is the knowing look and gentle touch from those who have been there before. From the moment we bring our loved once home from where ever we find eachother ... we know what awaits, yet wouldn't trade a single moment of the joy we share with our furry pals.
Here is Fiona's letter - it is worth the read.
Well ... the rain is here to stay for a little while. I have dug out my rain pants and my rain boots - the shorts are put away for another season. The leaves are falling and it is beautiful with the soft rain (and sometimes not so soft amidst some of the torrential downpours of this last week.
I love the personalities that come out from my canine pals once the rain starts. Some of my dogs absolutely love the rain - they leap for puddles, prance around with joy, bark at the leaves, and just generally have a good time - these guys especially love the towel off at the end. And then there is the one's that the last thing they want to do is get their paws wet. In fact, I think they would be happier if I carried them through the entire walk and just let them down to do their business. I have this one adorable guy that makes wide circles around puddles and jumps and the ripples in the puddles when the rain hits. I smile and calm his fears and we have a talk.
My dogs certainly change a little the wetter it gets - some get more frisky and others have no interest in being outside when it rains - and it all makes me smile ... they have their own personalities and I get to enjoy each one of them, one-on-one, just me and my pal. Another great week.
"No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as much as the dog does."