© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012
The other morning, The SSB Drever woke up before dawn, which this time of year is not difficult. When she wakes up she stands on top of me, or pounces me, to see if I am awake, too. She was awake, her bladder was awake, after her pouncing me, my bladder was awake, so I guess I was awake, too. We commenced the morning ritual: stops at the bathroom, kitchen, and potty outside. Sometimes we mix it up (the order, not who goes where) depending whose need is more pressing and urgent.
I had to go into work that day, but this was way too early. So after the mandatory stops and breakfast for the Dreve and water for me, we went back to bed. I set to play a recording of a soft rainstorm and we snuggled back in bed, me under the blankets, SSB on top of the blankets, me curling around her. I listened to and fell in step to her breathing rhythm while I petted her and gave her soft “scritchies” around her ears.
I know it is not for everyone, but I like having Sadie Stella Bella sleeping next to me. I love her warmth, the rhythm of her breathing, even when it is a snort or a snore. At one time, my younger daughter and her two dogs lived with me. I relished the few times all three dogs would pile in to nap with me.
It is not just with dogs. I have heard that cat owners experience the same thing. And years ago, I loved when my children- babies, toddlers, preschoolers-would snuggle next to me to sleep.
It is not just the warmth of their bodies or the rhythm of their breathing; it is the warmth of the energy of their souls and the rhythm of life. Dogs, because that is how they are, and children, free from so much of the stress and worries of this world, are in another space in slumber, their soul energy freely reaches out, and softly blankets all around with a pure, other worldly, energy of love.
Blanket of Love
Breakfast in Bed by Mary Cassatt