I came across something in my metaphysical research years ago that has guided my relationship with animals, mainly dogs. It was written that when souls wish to taste Earth life again, but do not want to take on human bodies, they send a fragment of their soul into an animal.
It is a belief of many cultures and societies.
On The Farm I observed my mother’s relationship with the cows. She thought they were sensitive and much smarter than dogs. In fact she had a symbiotic relationship with them and was a marvel to watch.
Since reading the text on fragments incarnating, it explained much about human behavior . Haunting it is when I find our Newfie seeking me out to share my solitude and my wondering in mental wandering, who are you and why do we love each other so?
He takes my diminishing agility into account and knows when not to nudge nor lean against me. I slowly get up and down and he respects that. He is a patient one but alert and swift when something unexpected appears. I watch him watching what appears empty space and yet unblinking. Just a dumb dog? Not so.
Just as when we needed to put Prince down because cancer was virulent and I stood at the window and thought I just can’t, just can’t do it again having had too many heartbreaks. Yet turning to him found him watching me with the words as if printed above him ‘you’re not going to make me do this alone?’ I found myself saying out loud, of course not.
And followed him out of the house one last time.
We assume they see what we see but their perspective of the world differs. Just as it does for all species. We see only what we see. I cannot see what you see. Nor you hear what I hear. Do you wonder why your partner of so many years does not enter in your longing nor understand why you do?
And yet the furry companion looks and sees and is at your side in a flash.
When there are dogs with a vocabulary of hundreds of words, like a 3 year old toddler, who know the difference between a red ball and a blue ball, one does not in good conscience leave them to the elements. They have become a companion species, looking like dogs or wolves but acting more like pre-schoolers.
They know our emotional states so well is because we share ourselves with them.
They don’t say we are silly and reading things into events nor do we ignore their
needs when the clock tells us it is suppertime and they sit expectantly
waiting for us to get a move on.
We know there is something different from years ago when
these sensitivities were not so well honed. Technological changes in our lives
have affected all our rituals and habits. Our history has shown our growth
in technology with pride as well as our decline in manners. We mourn that loss.
Hopefully we will be open to what will always require heart and conscience
when we live with conscious beings, no matter where or what world.
Like when I told the Rottie to go to the front door and she turned and
went to the front door and I wanted to drop to my knees.
My god, what have we done here because we are responsible? Do you see?