Way back when, I entered young adulthood without knowing a whole lot about how to connect deeply with other people, perhaps like many of us. I had my friends from childhood and that was about it. I socialized only when I had to. And I consciously limited those occasions.
In college, I worked at an animal pound and ended up adopting a dog. I had no idea what this would mean.
He wanted to be with me all the time. He loved me no matter what. It was all a new experience for me. I found joy in giving him a good life, and I ended up getting in touch with something inside me I hadn't often experienced since early childhood: The ability to be with another exactly as I was, without fear of judgment.
For someone who never loved a pet this may be hard to understand, but he was the twinkle of my mornings, the blue of my evenings.
Love can lift that way.
After arriving in California in January 2006, I rented a beach cottage with a large yard for my dog’s last couple months. He had a brain tumor, and when he died, I understood that I was going back to an animal pound to do some work and honor his memory.
This multi-media project I’ve completed is nothing more than my best thank you for all the impossible doors he unlocked within me.