It’s a Dog’s Life

Dog at the KerbWe mourn each passing stage of our children’s lives because we know that those years are gone forever and with them disappears the beauty of perfect innocence. We console ourselves that the next stage of growing up will bring with it many new discoveries and joys.

That’s why we get our children a dog. If you have ever lived through the life of a dog you know that its lifespan of ten to fifteen years is equivalent to the period of innocence of a child growing up.

Our little puppy was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand and she shook with fear just being looked at. But soon enough she began to play and bounce around and attempt a funny little growl.

In no time, she was house-trained and allowed to sleep in the bed with our little girl. They would dream together of running in summer fields, jumping to catch the dandelion clocks in that momentary wind. Breathless in their love for each other.

Then coming home from school to a dog who’s so excited, she’s left a puddle on the floor but no one minds a bit. And someone slipping a piece of chicken under the dining table, claiming that it fell off her plate.

The excitement of Santa Claus, still real for now­—but time is running out. And the dog sleeping guard under the Christmas tree, protecting the presents according to our little girl. But we knew it was the smell of peanut brittle and candy canes, too much for any dog to resist.

As our girl runs faster, the dog runs faster too, even though our dog’s legs are aching and old and now she dreams of puppy days, long ago when her best friend was a toddler who danced for the first time not long after she learned to walk and Mummy cried.

Our little dog doesn’t look much older, even though her fur is greying and her best friend has grown so tall. But she’s still as excited as she always was when our girl comes home, like it’s the first time she has ever seen her.

And then the emptiness begins, like shredding old photographs and we know that soon the time will come when both our girls will be gone. One gone to the world of grown-ups and the age of lost innocence. The other gone back to those fields, running in the sun with our baby daughter, with all the energy in the world. Gone to the endless fields where one day we hope to meet again and run together for all eternity.

Because it’s a dog’s life.

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