
By now I have arrived in Germany and with certainty I am missing this special girl here already. Fact is I have missed her before I even left. Years ago while my other two dogs were still alive, it was enough to know them in good hands, and I don’t remember being “That” attached, although I loved them with all of my heart. It is a huge, huge comfort to know Cinnamon is in the best care while I am gone and with people she loves, so what am I worried about? What’s left are nothing but selfish reasons, of me needing her more than she needs me perhaps. Or is that what I am worried about? I am sure it has it’s place somewhere. I came across a comforting poem by an unknown source and I will read it often while I am away.
Poem of a Dog…
I am the one who always waits for you.
Your car has a special sound that I have imprinted on my senses, I can recognize it among a thousand.
Your steps have magic timbre.
Your voice is music to my ears.
If I see your joy, it makes me happy!
Your scent is the best, your presence is what moves my senses.
Your awakening wakes me up.
I watch you sleep and for me you are my God, I am happy watching over your sleep.
Your gaze is a ray of light.
Your hands on me have the lightness of peace and the sublime display of infinite love.
When you go out, I feel a huge emptiness in my heart.
I wait for you again and again.
I am the one who will wait for you all my life today, tomorrow and always:
I am your dog.