“Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.”
― Mark Twain
It was a lovely summer day, and I was feeling lousy.
I headed to the beach, hoping that the sun would lighten the gloom.
The beach was glowing in golden rays.
But my mind boiled with unease. I sensed an imperceptible gaze.
Turning around, two bobbing heads appeared behind the rocks alongside a gazing camera.
Sick to my stomach, I put on all the clothing in my bag and moved my camp.
The five eyes followed me.
I moved again.
The uninvited eyes still trailed behind.
The sparkle of discomfort burst into a raging flame inside me.
I held their gaze in fury.
One of the young men came up to me.
“Do you mind if we film you? We are making…”
I spewed out red angry words, “You already did it without my consent, I came here to relax. No, you can’t, delete it, I want you to delete it…”
I sat down defeated and rage oozed out of my eyes.
Suddenly a wet warm mass appeared on my thighs. It was a German short-haired pointer, he wanted me to throw his ball.
I couldn’t muster up enough enthusiasm for it, but he just put his ball down and sat beside me, with his head in my lap.
The owner saw my wet face, called out to him, and threw another ball for fetching. But he didn’t move an inch.
He only kneeled beside me, my tantrum, , my salty face, and sad heart. He stared into the horizon and held the weight of the moment when it was too heavy for me. I gently caressed his head and whispered, “I’m okay, thank you, I’m okay”.
Do you have any stories of unconditional love from animals?