Dogs are the Magicians of the Universe
Before we began writing this section, we gathered around our notebooks (dogs at our feet, tea at the ready) to debate and consider the true meaning behind “our story”. We erred, we ummed, we sipped, and we patted… And then we realised - this story isn’t about us… This is about our most loyal companions - those snoring pillows of warm, pure-hearted life, nuzzled gently against our ankles. So, let this be their story.
To speak of our story, is to understand the building blocks of our language: the simple, unspoken moments shared between an owner and their dog. For our story is of a boundless love. A story of noble defenders; of endless marked territories and chased leashes; of scratched “that’s the spots” and wet noses burrowed into laps; of first steps and last breaths, of growing old together and watching them grow old with us… And leave us… A story of big brown eyes that will always break us - no matter if we say otherwise; of movie nights, of date nights, of evening strolls, beach swims and wishful sleep-ins; of sodden tennis balls; of their scent, buried deep in our senses, as our tears dampen their warm coat and our ears sound the drum roll of their eager, perfect, selfless heart; of company when we need it most. Our story is their story, a shared, mutual bond that can’t be bought, or approximated, but just is. A story of simple, uncomplicated, earnest, enthusiastic love - their love. So let this be a love story.