Love is a funny thing: you can’t see it, you just feel it.
I love Louise and I am sure that Louise loves me. I know by the way she wakes me up in the morning and how she reacts when I come home from somewhere. It’s the way she looks at me with those brown eyes. It is how she relaxes when I am near. But is it love really or is it just that I am the caregiver and the food source? Personally, I want to believe it is love. Many scientists say it is just an attachment or bond to the owner. But I say if it is not love, then what thing is it?
I think I told you that Louise and Sofie go on outings without me (Boo Hoo). Mom says that the big dogs sometimes need time with their big dog friends, so I stay home. I still miss them when they are gone and I get really excited when they return.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Peanut with Socki. She was probably 10 years old, maybe 2005.
Aunt J’s Service Dog Socki was an incredible helper. Aunt J has MS. This was the first dog that we ever met that could do laundry and get things out of the refrigerator. Service dogs make life so much more manageable for people with differing abilities.
Love is a funny thing: you can’t see it, you just feel it.
