Day 672

There have been countless times in my life...countless...when I have found comfort in gathering a beloved dog into my arms and simply letting go. Not one has pulled away, but simply leaned in until the moment passed. Having my own Therapy Dogs at my beck and call is a gift.

Recently, I have noticed that my doggy crew seeks out their own comfort now and then. For example, when we are getting ready for bed, Ranger always jumps up and snuggles that big old head into the blanket used to keep human feet warm. My heart just melts every night when I see him.

All of them find a spot to relax where they can actually touch our feet. They choose to carry around our mittens or socks when they can't find us and follow us whenever we are on the move in the house. They find comfort in us as well.

Other than doggy licks and human hugs, there are other "things" that bring me comfort. Jewelry from loved ones no longer here, pictures of wonderful memories, songs from the past and mementos that hold special meaning all can warm my heart. As we work at "decluttering" our home, it is surprising what gets to stay. Mac often shakes his head, but accepts the item after it's story is shared.

The feeling of being comforted is certainly necessary for everyone along life's journey. Perhaps that is the driving force behind our devotion to Therapy Dog volunteering. To offer comfort and compassion is a gift for the recipient...but also for the giver. The dogs love the visits as well. If I decided to volunteer elsewhere, Lilly would probably learn to drive and throw the boys in the back...she would find a way to her people!