Who stole the show?
Things always catch us by surprise. I have posted about depression, life and death, loss, heartbreak, betrayal, cancer, divorce, starting a new life, getting off the floor, near homelessness, poverty, bereavement. All deep and the big questions of Life. What is the meaning of Life? Why me? Why me again? Love, trust, family, friendship and so on and so forth
Yet the most likes I have got from one post is the one about my new baby, Cleo, the golden retriever, you know, the one with her photo. Weird, isn’t it? The canine has stolen my thunder. To hell with cancer and death, ah isn’t she beautiful? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. This is how it should be. A celebration of love, of nature, of the bond between dog and woman!
Lovers often credit Fate for meeting. I feel the same with Cleo, my soulmate. She truly has a beautiful soul. I am glad we have found each other. We are going to be inseparable until death do us part, be it hers or mine. She wouldn’t have it any oither way.
My daughter says it is really weird to see you with a dog, when I presented Cleo for the first time to her via Skype. You may find it hard to believe but all my life I have been terrified of dogs. I think they will bite me and the barking is intimidating. I thought they were over-rated and their owners made a silly fuss of them.
Cleo has made me into a believer. She has so much love to give and so do I. We are a good team. Just what the doctor ordered, so good for my wounded spirit and broken heart. I am sure my daughter loves me unconditionally but she is sometimes critical and irritated by me. Cleo is the only living being that I feel accepts me absolutely and totally, no censure, no judgement, no seeing faults and room for improvement. She just loves you. End of, no more, no less.
She is the best new year’s present ever. I am blessed. 2014 can only get better and better.