From a rescue dog named Hendrix
My partner and I have a tradition of rescuing senior dogs. Meet Hendrix. He came to Washington from California four years ago, and he is living his best life in the Pacific Northwest. Hendrix and I wish you a day of love, laughter, and the pursuit of ideas that will change the world positively.
Be well, life goes by fast.
Penfist, I am seriously glad that you and Hendrix found each other--and yes, fur-walkers are known for speeding up our evolution!
Bill, When I finish here I will head to your link and read it with Gus-to. One thing about the writing here today that stood out like crisp on a turkey: When we think of things that make us grateful, animals come right up.
Radar and Ranger, the two guys who share this house with me, helped me through Covid and the loss of my wife, and other disasters of less damage. Without the structure of my responsibility to them, I might have drifted into the numbness of a permanent fugue state. They knew, and they stayed close, becoming double lap cats.
Two rescue cats (It isn’t clear just who rescued whom), one is a cat, the other a Manx. (cat people know). Together for six years prior to Covid, during the long lockdown we had a chance to really study each other. In the process I reached a level of appreciation for these beings and the gifts they offer--and my own humanity-- that I can only say that it was a quantum leap in life and happiness. I have to go, gotta litter box to scoop and a midnight treat to deliver! People think of cats as pets--did you know that they think of us as staff? Yeah....
What a cool looking dog. And you are super cool for loving him. Our Sophie came to us from Tennessee. Panting. Shaking. Scared to death. Now we are a pack. Never to be separated. Here is her story, which you may have read already. If not, here ya go. https://billalstrom.substack.com/p/chosen?r=3s3j1&utm_medium=android