I was walking with my dog Kennedy the other day, when we heard the faint sound of a child crying from the window of a house we were passing. Kennedy reacted like he always does when he sees children, by beginning to whimper and wanting to investigate. My big fella loves little kids, and we have figured out that before we got him as a rescue dog , he must have been around children. I don't think I am being anthropomorphic when I say that I can see sadness and loss in his eyes when he hears a child's cry. Dog, cats, all God's creation I think; are capable of love and therefore grief and longing. My friend Kennedy speaks in his own language, has his own history, and contains his own wonderful secrets. My hope for this new year is that I remember more often to listen to all those voices around me that speak more quietly than my own. The streets and pathways outside my door are filled with a thousand secret stories, just waiting to be read. And perhaps among the dogs and flowers lies the beginning of wisdom.
Happy New Year from Kennedy and me.
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