Along Came A Dog

When I was a little girl, I had a beautiful golden retriever named Rusty. He was my best friend and always there for me when I needed him. I cried into his fur when my Grandma died and again when I contracted polio. He would sit by quietly and gently nuzzle. And look at me with those understanding eyes. Many of you know I recently lost my Mother. One day I had just left the bank and was crying because I had seen an elderly mother in the bank with her daughter. Sitting at the stop light, I looked at the car next to me. In the backseat of the car was a golden retriever dog with his head out the window looking right at me. He never took his eyes off me as I began blubbering like a baby and telling this dog how much I loved him. It seemed the light did not change and it was just me and this dog for a very long time. I did not roll my window down for fear of causing him to try to jump out. Finally the car moved away and we went our separate ways. Anyone who thinks dogs can't read our minds is dead wrong. This dog clearly saw that I was grieving and was doing what dogs do, standing by and gently nuzzling. Thank you Rusty, for still being there for me after all these years. I will never forget you.