Wisdom from Children – Why Dogs are Here

By on Jan 16, 2012 in Blog, Featured, Gallery, Paintings, Portfolio

Wisdom from Children – Why Dogs are Here

Image (c)g.abbey 2010

A Dog’s Purpose?
(from a 6-year-old).

 

From my friend.

“Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform …the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said,”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The Six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

A Change in Personality

By on Jan 16, 2012 in Blog, Featured, Gallery, Paintings, Portfolio

A Change in Personality

Change in Personality

A change in personality

I feel coming on

Like the storm in the distance

Of which we are warned.

Restlessness preceding

The gale lurking near

Heaviness in the air

Heightening my fear.

The changes that are wrought

In the path of the storm

Are not fully revealed

Until the coming of morn

They can be extreme

The destruction complete

The past obliterated

Only splinters in the street

Or the storm – on a whim

Can for no apparent reason

Leave one spot untouched

For one more season.

Unsure how the change will

Affect my life

I wait with mixed feelings

For the storm and the strife.

 

 

(c) g.abbey December 8, 2011

From Book of poetry by Abbey Nightowl “When the Night Falls, Run”  To be released.