I wish I were more like my dog.
He possessed all the best qualities we look for in people.
He was brave and protective, concerned and sensitive to our feelings. He loved
with every bit of his being and never hesitated to shower us with affection. We
always knew where we stood with him. He was neither passive nor aggressive. If
his feelings were hurt, he let you know it, but was always quick to forgive and
forget.
He was loyal to a fault. Stood by our sides through thick
and thin. And he never seemed to notice if we did get a little thicker around
the mid-section. Or if we had a bad hair day, a horrible outfit day or a really
smelly because we finally went back to the gym day.
He was a wonderful family ambassador. He greeted and treated
everyone like royalty, like they were special. And his generosity extended to
all guests. He made sure to bring all who entered a toy as soon as they crossed
the threshold of the family home so they would all know just how welcome they
were.
He loved a good party and mingled with all the invitees. A
house full of visitors was a happy home as far as he was concerned. And if he
happened to be center of attention, well isn’t that what the life of the party
is for?
When we were under the weather he was at our side, providing
comfort and moral support, letting us know that as long as we seemed down for
the count, he was too. And when he grew ill, he remained dignified and grateful
for all the care that we provided, even if – in the end – it just wasn’t
enough. He was so much stronger than his small stature would make it seem
possible. So brave in the face of what was to come.
And he was wiser than us. I believe he knew the end was close
before we did. And even as that end neared, he seemed to do everything he could
to make that oh so horrible time easier on us.
Yes, I wish I could be more like Benji, because if I was, if
all of us were, this world would be a much better place.
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