When I was born my Dad came home with a Border Collie pup, because “every kid needs a dog”, especially a farm kid. For as long as I can remember Minnie was my companion. In the last week I have thought about her because she was the quiet soul that listened to all the huge troubles of a kid. My woes seemed big at the time as I buried my face in her coat. Saturday as I fed Kevin’s sheep, Seventeen, as she is fondly called, rushed to the gate to be rubbed. I stood there and rubbed her face & scratched her between her front legs and she never offered to leave me. It was good for my soul.
Today, I hope you have a kind friend (2 or 4 legged) that will take the time to listen to your worries big or small.
Karen & Kevin