Sir Thomas and I recently celebrated our two-year anniversary (Yay, us!). In my time with him, I’ve learned so much about the world of service dogs. The good (How much time do you have?), the bad (Can’t ignore that their life span often runs shorter than ours), and the ugly (My body tenses simply typing the words: Fake service dog teams).
My intention for this blog sparked from sharing the good. It has blossomed into a means to connect with a community of fellow service dog partners in good times and bad. It has grown to include educating and advocating in the face of the ugly.
In all that Thomas and I have encountered these past twenty-four months, I am – daily – still surprised. People surprise me with their comments – good, bad and ugly. One would think I’d be getting used to the range of remarks.
Most remarkably, though, Tommy continues to surprise me. One would think I’d be getting used the range of his quirks, antics, charm and how he wags and bows his head each time I strap on the harness that I hold onto while he steadies my step.
In that last slide of a presentation on living with disability and choosing life with a service dog, I quote from a poem on discovering love in loss. The line is from Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem, Kindness:
“. . . only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say … it is you I have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.”