It was dog walk time and I was feeling quite down. Too down to go through with the walks. I finally just sat on the couch feeling defeated. When Blaze came over to me and with her soft eyes began to access my pain.
One paw at a time, she ever so gently, got on the cushion next to me. And in one effortless, but swift turn, she spiraled until her head was on my lap.
I found myself at a loss, for words or thoughts. Blaze had done what no other dog had shown to the degree that she was now. She had taken the mother role that Silver had always held. Right at the exact moment when I needed to be nurtured and comforted, Blaze was there. This precious girl not only knew what I needed but how I needed it. She drew out my pain and brought me back to the real. Back to the here and now. She had done it before since her mom, Silver had died, but this was the most direct and obvious she had ever been.
I didn't want to move as I soaked in her healing powers, but with four dogs, sitting for any length of time is short lived. The moment was over, as I watched her walk off the couch. Or was it? Just those few short minutes with Blaze made me feel suddenly energized and refreshed. I felt I could tackle those dog walks. And I did and we had a blast! Still blows my mind the instinct and care that this little girl has and I can't begin to imagine the many more secrets she has up her paw.
Can you believe that? How many of you have experienced something similar? Do you find your females to be more nurturing or motherly? I am still reeling. It took me a week to be able to try and express my feelings about it and I still can't completely grasp it. It was just so precious and beautiful. Tell me dog spelled backwards isn't God!