My comment on a story in THE GLOBE AND MAIL of a much loved dog: https://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/first-person/article-my-dogs-death-tore-me-up-the-grief-hit-differently-than-when-my-mother/
In the 1970s when I walked my dogs I looked for 4 leaf clovers. This was so my dogs would do dog stuff not human stuff like chasing balls or sticks. I found many which I put in books I gave to friends at Christmas. They thought I was too cheap to buy wrapping paper. The book was the wrapping. If they read it they found the gift.
In 1978 I was in Hay-on-Wye, Wales, a town famous for used books. I went for a walk down a dirt road. A small dog joined me.
Suddenly he stopped. “What’s up?” I said as I bent down and tweaked his right ear at which moment his tongue darted out drawing my eye to not a four but an eight leaf clover in front of his nose.
There is much more happening with dogs and cats than most of us realize.
I have felt the loss of many of them.
A woman who came to my CineForum for a program said, “I am psychic. This place is alive with the spirits of cats, dogs and people.”
It may well be. She had nothing to gain by lying. Anyone who has given thought to Einstein knows that everything is, was and always will be.
If it is so is every place where cats and dogs and people have been loved.
My oldest cat, traumatized when he came here years ago, is now parked in front of my keyboard as I write this.
It is quite the compliment.
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