Let's take a trip...

Many times a week, we all may take a trip.  It might be to the store, work, office or just running errands, but we take many trips.  With that being said, I don’t make as many as I use to because we live off two gravel roads.  If we see a car, it’s our neighbor but "this" particular trip, I take often. 

Today, I want us to take a trip together.  We won’t be going to the same place because you have your memories, but we will see and feel many of the same things.   We all know about the bittersweet emotion that most of us carry about, a place, person or a dog from our past.

My journey began the other night as I approached our couch that also has a recliner in both ends.  As always, the dogs follow my steps and will usually come with me to a place where I relax and ponder the future and the past, but this night I didn’t have any followers, or so I thought.

As I went on this journey down memory lane, Clancy, Molly, and Abbie came to be with me.  At first, I was saddened by there memories popping in my mind.  We all have been here, we see our past dog in the corner of our eye we think or see them frolicking in the grass at a distance, but we do see them and it's a comfort.  I remember just a few days after my Dad suddenly passed away.  He was an avid walker, and he walked on a tree-lined road near our home on a bridle path for bikes and walkers.  He wore, what I call “an old man’s hat” with a brim all the way around it and you couldn’t miss him.  Several times after his death, I would see him I thought, but I soon learned that several old men wore the same “old man’s hat,” I once ever stopping and turning around, but it wasn’t him but oh how I wanted it to be.  The very "old man's hat" now lies in my hope chest.

As I sat down and pondered the day, Molly was first to arrive, she walked down the steps and looked at me but went to her dog bed.  It’s still in the same place, and few rarely use it, out of respect I guess.  Abbie was next, she ran down the steps, turning the corner on two legs and came straight to my lap, placing her chin on my leg and looking at me with those big black eyes but them moving to her position where she could watch and protect me.  

Then the Big Boy eased his way down taking each step with confidence and poise.  Clancy rarely got into a hurry unless he needed to, but this night, he went to one of his favorite spots, a chair that was too small for him but he liked it.  As always, Clancy walked into the chair and turned several times and made his nest.

Some Doctors have come to the conclusion that it’s useful to take a trip down memory lane now and then because the end result is to make life seem more meaningful and death less frightening.  Research indicates that when people dwell wistfully on the past, they became more optimistic and inspired about the future.  I don’t know if this is true or not but I do know that when I go down memory lane with the dogs that I loved and lost, it is melancholy but necessary.

As I close my eyes, I can again, stroke their fur and even smell their scent.  Yes, it’s melancholy and wanted.  Although it’s sad to miss them, I know they will always be part of my life and I don’t think I am the only one who would enjoy a visit from our beloved dog that has left such a hole in our heart.  I know each of you has gone down this path before, enjoy it now when you think of that look, memory or even smell, and know that your dog, you see in the corner of your eye has come to visit you.  Peace-Enjoy,   Ken...

“When the shimmer of the past is melting into the presence, spreading a scent of attentiveness and inquiringness, our mind may ask for a new reading of the story of our life. An innocuous flicker from a hazy sequence in our memory lane can affect our current awareness, making us raise questions, throwing new light on our expectations; crafting an airy vision of the future.  ― Erik Pevernagie