I know they’ll be a day.
When her sun no longer shines.
The vet’s options will be few.
I will read between the lines.
Until then I promise love.
Gentle hugs and belly rubs.
Tasty treats with extra meat.
Till that last call from above.
“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.” – Edith Wharton
A friend asked me when I adopted Rex back in December why this little guy is so special to me.
I think I may have found my answer in the quote above while reading on my porch love seat this morning.
Living with intention has never been one of my strengths, though I’m working on it.
However for Rex, it surely is.
The day I first met Rex I’d only stopped by the shelter to pick up a few pet supplies.
Rex however had other ideas and trotted that 6 pound body over to me to offer his assistance.
He seemed to sense I needed to get my empty heart beating again after some losses in my life.
He seemed to know I needed a younger, active pup to get me exercising for my health.
And Rex has now learned that sometimes in the early morning hours, all I need is to hear is that little heartbeat at my feet.
He’s one very smart boy.
And I’m one very lucky girl.