Today, we open our hearts and begin by talking about what we feel for our dogs. How can a dog create such deep feelings? It's a question we can never answer, just as we can never say how much we love our dog. INFINITE? Yes, I would say that's the most accurate answer.
I could say there's nothing more beautiful than coming home, thinking that your partner or children aren't there, but knowing that, yes, indeed, he, our best friend, will be there, eagerly awaiting our arrival, wagging his tail faster than the speed of light.
It's also him who, on days when you don't want to go out, tells you: "Hey, human, the park is waiting for me!" forcing you to go out. We could also say that it's him who, on sad days, accompanies you in your weariness, making you throw the ball sooooo many times that you forget all your problems.
It's also him who never denies you a hug in exchange for a lick.
They are the ones who take care of you and make you feel comfortable, because ALWAYS, even if you fail them one day, are late for their walk, their feeding, any matter, they will forgive you and repay you with licks and two-legged jumps of joy.
We've shared a few words, but we also want to include words from others, so... HERE THEY COME!
@korapoodle
I didn't know you could love a dog so much. I was one of those people who would casually pet some dogs and loved animals but avoided too much contact due to my allergies. Those owners who let their dogs kiss them on the mouth, take them everywhere, and humanize them – honestly, I didn't understand or share it, because I always felt terrible when I spent too much time with animals. Then Kora arrived, and from minute one, she chose me, she gave me her heart, and although she's affectionate with everyone, she clearly has a favorite for me. This made me forget my itching and discomfort for her. I still don't let her sleep with me in bed all night, but she does give me kisses on the face; I prefer her kisses, even if it means taking an antihistamine, and I take her everywhere. It's not a sacrifice to go out for fewer hours so she doesn't suffer too much, or to go to a farther, less comfortable, or less beautiful beach because it's the only one where she can run; because if she's happy, I'm happy. To see that I teach her things and she obeys, that she understands me without words, knows my name because she always wags her tail when someone says my name, that she gets overjoyed when she sees me, or when she knows she's done something well, and that she loves me so much she'll drink the water from my bathtub – these are things I didn't know would make me fall so deeply in love with a dog, and now I don't know what I would do without her. It hurts me that such unconditional love will last less than 20 years. And the void her one and a half kilos will leave will be impossible to fill. I never make plans without considering if she can be there or if someone close to me can stay with her. They are not humans, but they are better than many I know and deserve so much more. Life, definitely, is much better with a dog. They are family. You don't abandon family. And if she thinks I'm the best, I'm not going to seek a second opinion.
