I have almost always had a dog, sometimes maybe more than one. Through the years they have been my playmates, my companions, my confidants, my consolers. They have sat quietly by when I despaired and ran joyfully with me when I was happy.
When our last dog passed from this life, we wondered if we could live without a dog. The answer was yes, we could. Then we wondered if we really wanted to. The answer was no, we didn’t. Topher came along and this phrase I read somewhere echoes in my mind “that the pain of loss will have been worth the joy of attachment”.
So here I am with an example of the aforementioned joy.
When Topher first came to live with us, there were times when we had to leave him at home. Since he was recently parted from his siblings, I found a forgotten, never-played-with teddy bear about his size to keep him company. Now when we leave him, he has become accustomed to having his bear with him.
And when we return and open the door to the room he stays in, he comes out and then he promptly goes back in and brings out the bear. Once he is free, he makes sure the bear is free too. This is no small feat since the bear is nearly his same size.
When we go upstairs Topher follows us. Just the other day, he didn’t come up when we did. He lingered. When he finally did come up, I wondered why he had tarried. I turned on the light in the stairwell and found my answer. His bear was sitting on the very first step. He had brought the bear out of the room but was only able to get him up the first step. It was amazing to me that he had attempted it. It was quite a tender sight, seeing Topher’s bear resting at the bottom of the steps waiting for someone to bring him the rest of the way.
Yep, this dog has his own teddy bear.