05/28/2026
For people who don't understand all of us dog lovers..... March 19, 2003 started like any other day. We got up, fed our dogs, got ready for work and headed out. (we operated a commercial service company in San Antonio). After work, fixed the dogs dinner, ate our own and relaxed. My sister was visiting my Mom and they called to chat. We started getting ready for bed (usually in bed by 10:00), when three of the dogs would climb into our bed and the others would scatter around the house. About 9:00 my sister called back and told me that my father had just died. He was the first member of my immediate family that had died. Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, I retreated to our home office and just sat, thinking. As I did, each dog came into the office, something they rarely did. Several lay on the floor, two on a couch and one, Misty, just laid her head on my knee. Their bedtimes came and went and yet, there they stayed. Not demanding attention, just present. They all knew. They all sensed my emotional state and knew they needed to be there for simple comfort. Over the years since, dogs have come and dogs have gone, but they always have that sense, that compassion. And that is why I love them so very much.