I Have a doggy soul...

There are days that mark beginnings. Small milestones, sometimes imperceptible, that tell us that we pass from one stage to the other. Many times we accompany these moments with ritual, such as blowing out the candles on a birthday cake or watching how nature will inexorably make its process.

A few years ago my beloved dog Peanut, a beautiful red nose Pitbull, died. When I was a puppy it was yellow, like peanut butter, after growing up it turned golden color with bronze tones.

The love we give to pets is a very pure pact, which accepts that, most likely, they will die before us. Then love is lived in a strict present, without age, or promises. Until one day, their bodies go into decline and they will die.

With the death of Peanut, died a stage lived, with my family.

What comforted me the most about his presence was the permanent company of someone who is always waiting for you without questions, just hugs and wanting to have a good time and make us humans happy.

I have never humanized my dogs. Peanut was dog enough to give me the loyalty and companionship that only a dog can give. My older daughter is still crying about it. She still feels the twinge of his absence. It's still hard for him not to break down in tears when something reminds him of that doggy childhood in which the only playmate had 4 legs... that was Peanut.

His memory hurts us all.

That's exactly why I wanted to have my full attention, and I couldn't run the risk of my concentration being diluted in tears of anticipated nostalgia when writing this post.

Gratitude for his passing in our lives is infinitely greater than any pain.

If Peanut had a tombstone, it would have written: "Peanut, founder and guardian of the family, playmate, faithful companion who loved to run the little birds on the beach."

I honor her presence in our family with this photo taken by my husband, J.R… A photo, which shows his bearing and walking, since puppy, always curious, always in front, always noble.

He will remain an angel in my family.

Animals are the great teachers of the "here and now" and we must love them in the present tense. Having a dog is the most beautiful thing, it always accompanies us, faithful, it is true love, therefore, after this experience, I learned to love my kittens Molly and Ikki, in the simple present tense, I currently I have other dog, its name is Lucy, and my cats. They teach us to love. Without conjugating in the future. Just for today.

I firmly believe that the souls of animals are always guardians. Understanding the loved one feels for a little animal can only be experienced in one's own flesh. ❤ That we can digest it as a family. Let it not be a cloud that crosses us, but we share what happened to us, with Peanut.

I hope that every family that is living in this process, accompany each other with love and patience. And also take a break to not forget the present: that of the pets who play with our children, who make us laugh and jump with each one of us, to remind us that small joys are a grounding wire.

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I am relieved that I can symbolize it, thought these memories photos, in my cover image and share my doggy love soul, with all of you. I wish you to have the best Sunday possible, sharing with your pets alone, or as a family.