Today, it was finally another day to grind my pawnails. As usual, we sat on the deck when my pawnails were about to be ground down. We didn’t finish because of several reasons. First, do you think Nancy could just do the job without talking? You guessed right! She didn’t have to explicitly tell me that she would shower me with love (more like suffocate me) because of my lymphoma or that she loved me so much. Instead, I look deep into her eyes to show her that I’m listening and that I love her too. Secondly, it is still very hot outside and for a black dog, that means we don’t stay out there long.
(an older photo of pawnail grinding)
Nancy keeps expressing her concern that I might leave this world soon, just as she has been making significant progress. You don’t have to ever know all the details, let’s say that will be Nancy and my secret(s). However, I assure her that I will remain until I am certain that she will be okay when God takes me. Isn’t it fascinating how God created dogs and other pets for introverted individuals or those who are naturally less social than the world expects them to be. Nancy, for instance, finds that social activities exhaust her. She either needs some time alone to recharge or she engages in playing her instruments. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t like people; she’s just wired differently than most women. So, don’t be offended if she doesn’t attend social gatherings, especially when I can’t accompany her for emotional support. And, if she does attend your event, consider it also a huge compliment because she does know how to say no.
I suppose you’re curious about what energizes us dogs. Just like humans, we have our own unique preferences. For me, I find immense joy in witnessing my human companions at peace and happiness. I also relish the opportunity to spread joy to those we encounter, whether it’s in a store or someone’s home. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t live solely for food. Instead, I eat to sustain myself and have the necessary energy to be by my companion’s side every day. In essence, I serve as my companion’s personal therapy dog.
It’s worth noting that when Greg was hospitalized, the staff inquired about my therapy dog status. Nancy, my human, responded honestly and declared, “Yes, she is our therapy dog!” However, when a different nurse asked the same question, Nancy had to answer truthfully and say, “No, but…” and that didn’t work. I understand that some individuals strictly adhere to the rules, while others recognize that I surpass the expectations of a therapy dog. In my opinion, I am a dog psychiatrist, and my medicine is pure love, which is more than sufficient.
