Living beyond the city limits I see unwanted dogs being dumped out weekly. Some find their way to my home. When a large, black and white spotted pup found his way to my door I took up with him right away. His eyes were bright and gentle and his ears perked quickly at the sound of a kind voice. Funny, I had just bought a black and white polka dot purse, so like my polka dot purse, I named him Polka Dot. He loved and was loved. My false, soap opera ego was disarmed by Love masquerading as a canine in a polka dot suit.
One day about 5 months later he came up on the porch sick, very sick. I felt totally helpless and fearful because his breathing was so labored. I gently spoke to him and stroked him with my loving hands. He could not breathe and then suddenly he just seemed to surrender the struggle. He rose, turned and slowly walked down the steps and headed for the corner of the house that leads to the backyard. As he reached the corner he paused, turned around to look back at me and then walked on as if he knew where he was inevitably bound. Around the corner, he laid his body down and died. What pulled my heart strings was that I just knew he was saying bye to me with love and gratitude. I can still see his sweet, gentle brown eyes as he turned back to look on his way out of this world.
Love sometime seems to be hidden; but where can it go? Its fragrance lingers to soften our hearts. Love remains. That’s exactly what Polka Dot brought into my life – yes, love embodied in a 4-legged canine earthly body. Thank you, sweet Polka Dot for your visit and for reminding me of what really counts in my life.