Love is all that matters

From the moment she took her place on my lap, I knew love was gonna happen. I was already there as she rested her head and looked up into my eyes. I was done.

I remember the tingle in my chest, the chill on the back of my neck, a feather brushing my temple, a whisper in my ear, soft and tickling and on the edge of, “god I think I’m instantly in love.”

I decided to bring her home. I asked first of course. “Do you want to come home with me?” She wagged her tail and tried to lick my eyebrows from my forehead. I told her my eyebrows aren’t candy and she looked at me sideways trying to figure out what I just said. For 14 years my eyebrows always appeared to be candy.

So, we decided, I decided, that together we’d build a life. I bought her a house, a park, a river, geese to chase, oceans to swim, and a convertible. She liked them all. Amazing what a dog will like.

Funny though. Life that is. Life with a dog. They don’t care about the house and the convertible. Give me a tent and a long walk and my dog would have followed me wherever I chose to venture.

That’s the thing, the quintessential beauty of this species. It matters not what you have, it matters not how successful you are, it matters only that you have love in your heart. I miss that feeling. I want it back. Love is all that matters.