Thought for today:
"Today I go into hospital for my three weekly transfusion of blood. On some visits there is often one familiar face of another ward patient with terminal cancer absent. On such occasions, one's mind naturally spends a few brief moments in consideration of the time when someone notices my future absence, Then, I look to the other side of the ward and see some man or woman who's been having transfusions for up to seven years and determine, 'Why not me also?'
My thoughts occasionally go to our Rough Collie bitch, Lady, who at twelve years of age is older than me in dog years. Lady's slowing down in mobility strangely matches that of my own. It is as though she has decided that it is less scary for each of us if we walk the last path together. I don't know if there is a heaven for dogs, but I'd like to think that there is. If so, is it the same one inhabited by humans? It would comfort me to think that the greatest of all spirits would not seek to separate mankind from his best of friends for the remainder of eternity.
If however, man and dog do inhabit different heavens, then I wouldn't mind if I went where dogs go. The better I got to know people and the many hurtful things mankind is capable of doing against another, the more I found myself loving dogs. Don't get me wrong, dogs, or any other pet for that matter are not my whole life and should never be more important than any person in it, but their presence has always made my life more complete. I have been hurt from time to time, but must confess that any bite marks left on me came from humans and never dogs. I have no doubt whatsoever that the reason that a dog can leave the house and meet more friends than either you or I before it has passed the first lamp post is because it learned to wag its tail long before it learned to bark.
I guess by now that those of you who don't know me will have guessed that I'm a dog lover and have been so since chilldhood years. Indeed, I love all manner of creature. I also love all types of people too, but must admit that I can find human company too pressing after an hour or two, but never my dog's. Do you know, I can say any foolish thing I like to Lady, our Rough Collie, and all she will do is to give me a look that says, 'Wow, you're right! I never would've thought of that!'
In the final analysis, seventy two years of life has taught me that women and cats will do as they please; therefore men and dogs should just relax and get used to the idea." William Forde: July 15th, 2015.
"Today I go into hospital for my three weekly transfusion of blood. On some visits there is often one familiar face of another ward patient with terminal cancer absent. On such occasions, one's mind naturally spends a few brief moments in consideration of the time when someone notices my future absence, Then, I look to the other side of the ward and see some man or woman who's been having transfusions for up to seven years and determine, 'Why not me also?'
My thoughts occasionally go to our Rough Collie bitch, Lady, who at twelve years of age is older than me in dog years. Lady's slowing down in mobility strangely matches that of my own. It is as though she has decided that it is less scary for each of us if we walk the last path together. I don't know if there is a heaven for dogs, but I'd like to think that there is. If so, is it the same one inhabited by humans? It would comfort me to think that the greatest of all spirits would not seek to separate mankind from his best of friends for the remainder of eternity.
If however, man and dog do inhabit different heavens, then I wouldn't mind if I went where dogs go. The better I got to know people and the many hurtful things mankind is capable of doing against another, the more I found myself loving dogs. Don't get me wrong, dogs, or any other pet for that matter are not my whole life and should never be more important than any person in it, but their presence has always made my life more complete. I have been hurt from time to time, but must confess that any bite marks left on me came from humans and never dogs. I have no doubt whatsoever that the reason that a dog can leave the house and meet more friends than either you or I before it has passed the first lamp post is because it learned to wag its tail long before it learned to bark.
I guess by now that those of you who don't know me will have guessed that I'm a dog lover and have been so since chilldhood years. Indeed, I love all manner of creature. I also love all types of people too, but must admit that I can find human company too pressing after an hour or two, but never my dog's. Do you know, I can say any foolish thing I like to Lady, our Rough Collie, and all she will do is to give me a look that says, 'Wow, you're right! I never would've thought of that!'
In the final analysis, seventy two years of life has taught me that women and cats will do as they please; therefore men and dogs should just relax and get used to the idea." William Forde: July 15th, 2015.
