My big brave guard dog. My nearly sixty pound, almost solid black, guard dog. Protector of the yard and home. Guardian of her family. Is afraid of the wind. The demon wind chimes hanging on my front porch do not help the matter any.
Last night it came up a rain storm. No thunder or lightening, just wind and rain. When I let Molly inside she got as close to my chair as she possibly could without being in my lap. Then sat there staring toward the closed door as if waiting on monsters to burst through at any moment. Every time the chimes played, she glanced in that direction. Devil music. Then she would try to move a little closer.
It was nearing midnight and I was beyond weary. But she was afraid and I was thinking the winds would die down soon. They didn’t. As midnight came and went, Molly was still as close as she could get, and still afraid. She tried twice to go in the room where Bella was already comfortable on the bed and asleep. Bella, queen diva that she thinks she is, won’t allow Molly in the room with her at night. An argument between two big dogs in the middle of the night is not my idea of a good time.
As the clock ticked past midnight and the wind still didn’t die down, I finally had a brilliant idea. My mind slows down terribly when tired. I went into the other room and found an old AM/FM radio and brought that in here. Plugging it in I turned it on just loud enough to cover the sounds from outside. I was hoping that Molly liked old time rock and roll as much as I do.
Finally the music began doing its magic. The savage, frightened beast began to relax. She even dared to move, just a little, away from my chair. I watched as she drifted off to sleep. When I got up to leave, she did, like a human baby awaken and look at me, but she didn’t appear terrified. I gave her the nightly treat and closed the door. Leaving the radio playing and the light on for her. I have to close her in, otherwise she eats all of the cat’s food. One thing I’ve learned, you do not want an angry, hungry cat in the house. They have claws and know how to use them.
This morning I heard my son as he opened this door and let Molly outside. I’m sure he wondered, but he didn’t come and ask. He will later today though.
Now, it is a new day. Now both Molly and Bella are outside, enjoying the sunshine. The cat is hiding somewhere within the house.
I have spoken with mom a couple of times already this morning. Dad is doing okay so far with the passing of his sister. Mom has become accustomed to hearing that question. She has been listening close, watching him closely for any signs that he may be reacting. Dad will be 92 this year. While he had expected to lose his sister before now due to health conditions, he was grateful that she had stayed around for this long. Family is important.
We do what we must, for those we love. It doesn’t matter if they are human or animal. The love we have within, builds, grows and spreads when we share it readily. I watch my son around his grandparents, the love he has for them very obvious. I know, he will be right there with his grandfather all the way through this. My son does not like funerals, but he knows it is a part of living and dying. He knows that his grandfather will go to say that final good-bye, see you later. And he will be there.
We do what we must.
Then, once we have seen our way through, there is a new day. We arise, we greet the day, we move forward. Not forgetting, but not allowing the sadness or fear or what ever other negative emotion may have held us to prevent walking into the day. We arise, not allowing yesterday’s challenges, storms and battles to knock us down and keep us there. We arise, with renewed strength and purpose. With eyes open, head held high, and heart willing to show love and compassion. We walk into the new day, with a joy of having been allowed to see one more.