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Do Dogs Feel Love? - Event Date: October 20 2008 |
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dacia
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Posted: October 20 2008 at 12:27am |
We feel tremendous love for our dogs, and our dogs sure seem to love us. But is a dog really capable of emotions? Or are we just projecting our feelings onto our dogs?
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They most certainly do. My wife, Bluebird is a dog and horse
trainer. Before I got together with Bluebird almost 11 years ago, I
knew very little about dogs and a great deal about cats. I was a "cat"
person. With the introduction and an Australian Shepherd into our
household, part dingo from Australia, I have never seen a more devoted
animal. The first thing I learned about Tasha was that she was not
dumb. She was one, very selective. Bluebid had worried because she had
only liked Bluebird since she was a puppy and did not take to anyone else,
and was very protective, our first meeting may not go well. Tasha
however when she first met me, came up to me, licked my hand and lay
her chin upon my thigh and then a paw as well. She stared into my eyes
with this deep intense affection and that was it. I then became also a
dog person. She would anticipate things, and though docile as long as
we were present to most strangers, anyone touching a toe down in our yard
was faced with very unhappy dog. We were watching T.V once and she had her special shows she liked,
and there was this show about a dog who had loved his master for his
whole life and each day greeted him when him came from work. He was a
crusty old guy, and hard construction worker, and one day did not come
home. He had died. Friends of the family took the dog to funeral and
thus began a daily ritual. Every day the dog would rise up early and
make his way to his masters grave, find it all by himself, and lay on
the grave just finding peace and some comfort being with his master.
There are many versions to the story and I don't know if finally they allowed
the dog to be buried next his master, but some say they did. One night we had left the gas on and Tasha woke us up barking, and
we were pretty sick. The gas had already had its effect on us and I
doubt if we would have ever woke up again if she hadn't sensed the
danger and saved our lives. One night when she was sick and dying I prayed earnestly that God
would give her just one more year, for she was almost 15 years old. She
hadn't been eating, wouldn't drink and was terribly ill. We were poor
then and simply did not have the money to find out what was wrong with
her. I called Bluebird at work and told her Tasha was dying. It was
heart rending, as she lay her head on my lap, looking up at me with
those depth less dark eyes, a look of complete trust and love in them.
Suddenly her ears perked, as if there were someone there with us and I
felt something I cannot put into words. After the feeling passed Tasha grew restless, and for the first time
went to the water bowl and started drinking. Then after an hour she was
eating food, very little, but eating. By the time Bluebird got home,
she was walking around and even wagged her stub of a tail. The next year passed and was filled with trips to the ocean, to
creeks where she swam, and this was a happy dog. Some nights she would
sit and just stare in my eyes for a long time, content, and I will tell
you, if I have never seen such love in a creatures eyes. Not to the day, but close, she fell gravely ill once more. I knew
deep inside that nothing lasts forever, and she had indeed by some
higher power been granted a final year to live and share our lives
together. We had to have her put to sleep, because she was in so much pain,
and incontinent, she was embarrassed and humiliated and wanted to end it
rather than suffer. We spoke to the person who put her to sleep. And
when it was time to go, Tasha weakly made her way to the blanket in the
car and was calm and I felt knew. We said goodbye to her, and were both
very very teary eyed and I tell you, I felt more for this special dog
than i have felt for people. She gave my hand one last lick and nuzzled
my leg with her nose before she went. The lady said she had just gone
to sleep and was very peaceful. Images of the years we had spent together and the scenes of
closeness, and her swimming in the creek and the shaking and a happy barking
dog dancing around. All I can say is that I hope she is there for us in
the life beyond this one and that at night when she had her head on my
chest or was even worried when I sick, or licked my face when I was sad
or when the night my father died - if there is such a thing as love
that can be felt, this dog indeed loved us and we deeply and will
always love and remember her. Medlclinician |
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lele0124
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yes ,i think , they can feel love!
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