Since earlier this year, I knew I was being prepared for the last time Bucky, my 15 1/2 year-old dog, would wag his tail. Aside from obvious changes in his bodily functions and abilities, I’d seen intuitive visions of him receiving medicine and his bone structure declining. This past month was dedicated to not only making him as comfortable as possible, but intently communicating with him, as I wanted us both “to know” when it was “time.” That moment came last Thursday.
My spiritual journey of the last four years made me strong enough to realize that even though Bucky wouldn’t greet me anymore when I opened the front door, our bond would always be present. And, it’s that bond that overwhelmed me just before the final trip to the vet. I knew I loved that dog, but, undoubtedly, had no idea how deeply. Together since he was a rescued pup, our shared years created a connection that celebrated the highs and weathered the lows. All of those memories rushed in last Thursday as I sat crying on the bedroom floor with car key in hand. Not surprisingly, Bucky hobbled to my side and nudged his cold nose into my chest, like he was trying to get to my heart. And, he stayed there until I was capable of standing.
That lasting embrace summed it all up for me. How fortunate to have had such a beautiful, joyous spirit in my world. One who loved unconditionally and never cast judgement of me – or anyone else for that matter. A brilliant example of God’s love in its purest form, Bucky was placed here on this Earth to contribute to humanity. He was a good boy.
May mankind learn from Bucky – and from all of pets who brighten our world – about what truly matters: love.
Love and light,