A Four- Legged Angel

 "....the best parts of love are silent, needing no words to be understood, given or received."*

These were the simple yet profound words of a 29-year old woman.  She used them to describe the love of a patient and tolerant horse that she used to know.

When this young lady was nine years old, she was given a horse to ride and to care for.  Now in retrospect, the young rider credited her horse for teaching her many life changing lessons.

During the time when she was riding and caring for the horse, unknowing to her then, the young rider remembered her beautiful horse, through its tacit horsy languages, would show her the true meaning of "to give and to receive," as well as  being responsible for what we do.  In addition, the young rider learned that to forgive is to "love someone because of their flaws and frailties, not in spite of them."  Between invigorating riding lessons in the wild and quiet hours in the tack room, her equine friend would also kick in, (literally), a lesson or two on patience, trust and tolerance.

Now 20 years later, this young woman is grateful to her four-legged friend for staging many learning  moments for her.   Apparently,  the pure and unspoken love of an insightful  horse had changed the life of its rider to the better.  No wonder, she calls her horse her four-legged angel. - Ayee

 *"All pets go to heaven," Sylvia Browne, 2009 edition 

Unconditioned Love

Yesterday, outside a store I noticed a mid-size pit-bull sat on a pile of neatly bundled personal belongings.

The dog's sleek body against the backdrop of bricked walls reminded me of the sphinxes outside the pyramids on the Nile.  Furthermore, its intense and attentive  body emitted a staunch message to the passers -by that it was on a serious mission.  It looked like it was watching over the gold in Fort Knox.  Otherwise, it seemed to me the poochie was so attentive to its duty, it was not at all agitated or disturbed by what was going on around it.  But what concerned me most was that it was unleashed and it was alone on a busy sidewalk.

Because I do not want to see any animals got hurt in traffic, I had a habit of calling our local dog pound when I saw a stray dog around.  Then I remembered.  When I walked by where this handsome dog was, I passed by a middle-aged woman panhandling about half of a block away.

From that moment on, I realized that dog is in good hands.  Even though at the time when its owner was somewhat down and out herself, she had cared for furry friend well. -  Ayee