Buddy by Default

Can you be someone’s buddy if you haven’t agreed, don’t know, and aren’t changing your behavior from what you’d normally do?

These are the kinds of questions I ponder while Zadie, my friend’s dog, makes her home-away-from-home with us while her family’s away for several weeks and one of my kids is pet sitting.

There are lots of changes that happen when Zadie’s in residence. There’s a gate at the bottom of the stairs to the second floor. The kitchen counter bar stools are displaced by food and water bowls on the floor. The sofa gets covered; although, it’s already stained, so not sure why I bother. A large container of food, treats, and bags reside on the counter.

And we all prepare to meet Zadie’s three main needs: food, love, and time outside, not necessarily in that order. You may think that she’d love walks, but her preference appears to be playing with a tennis ball in the back yard and intermittently eating her way through our lawn. She’s truly shameless about the hunks of turf she tears up and happily munches.

The love part is what changes my behavior the most. I find myself sitting on the kitchen floor petting Zadie. Leaning over from my chair at the dinner table to pet Zadie. And, of course, settling on the sofa….to pet Zadie.

Zadie’s behavior, as far as I can tell, doesn’t change. She seeks us out to request love and attention just as I imagine she does at her regular home. But by tweaking my rhythms to indulge her petting requests, she has, quite unconsciously, become my meditation buddy.

There’s just something so inviting, so supremely grounding about running my fingers through her sometimes silky sometimes slightly coarse fur, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her side snuggled next to mine as she breathes in and out, and listening to her deeply contented sighs.

Sometimes I join Zadie, who is already ensconced on the sofa, sometimes she notices that I am sitting down and jumps up to join me. But day-after-day, we meditate. My fingers in her fur. Her sweet presence reminding me to be present in the moment.

4 thoughts on “Buddy by Default

  1. Recently my 15-year old grandson’s dog died. He was an “adopted” 8-year old “pound” who, as it turned out, had leukemia. He lived for only another 18 months but it was the best 18 months of his otherwise not-so-happy life. He was well fed and loved by my grandson. When he died my grandson lied down next to him until he was taken away and then my grandson went up to his room and cried himself to sleep. My grandson knew that the dog was ill and didn’t have long to live. His ability to accept that reality and understand that, regardless of the circumstances, loving someone or something is its own reward.

    Mitch Miller

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    1. Mitch, I’m so sorry for your and your family’s loss. Your grandson shows such maturity to be able to understand that loving someone or something is its own reward. I’m sorry he had to confront this at such a young age. I’m sure it speaks to the love and support he receives from you and his family that he has been able to handle this loss. May his dog’s memory be a blessing.

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  2. Beautiful description of the meditative + soothing qualities bestowed upon us by our animal family members.

    Zadie’s gorgeous wise face is love.

    ❤️

    Sent from my iPhone

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