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K9s and Human Beings

After getting up with the chickens and having a delicious breakfast, I took Abby for her morning walk. We met one of her and my friends, Hanga, the 65kgs Great Dane. I’ve known her for four years and had a special relationship with this towering dog. Each time we meet, she greets me with a broad smile, which is basically an uncontrollable tail-wagging, and I welcome this gentle giant with a hug. The feeling seems mutual. Even though Abby, our 10kg Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, looks so tiny next to Hanga, who treats Abby with the same tenderness, she enjoys her company tremendously. It is hilarious how quickly her confidence level elevates when Hanga is around. 

Once our walk ended and we parted ways, Abby and I turned back and headed for home. While we were ambling back, this nagging question flashed on my inner screen: What made our four-legged friends forge such a strong bond with us? 

 Isn’t this just the right question we need to find an answer to? I’m perfectly aware of how other species might get closer to humans. However, I can’t think of any other animal family whose members would form such a strong connection with us. Various beliefs are trying to explain this question, but these are, in fact, merely hypotheses.

I understand how a cat, a hamster, or a goldfish can be so dear to someone that their loss would cause grief. However, I’m not sure if a goldfish, a cat, or a hamster would wait for their human friends for years or feel the pain of their loss. I haven’t heard about a cat equivalent of Hachiko, who, after losing his friend, would sit in front of the Shibuya station for years, waiting for his friend to exit the subway. And no other species would help humans as much as dogs do. Think of the police dogs or the guide dogs. They not only help us but would sacrifice their lives for us without deliberating whether they should protect us or not! 

Myke and Lizi saved me when I was in a dark place. And Myke saved us twice. First, when Lizi passed away, he absorbed all our grieves and pain, and second, when he was close to the end of his existence in this world. He endured the most brutal therapies and medical examinations during his last months. Once, he had to be on his side for almost two hours when they examined him under the ultrasound. He was motionless just because I asked him to do so. Not to mention him being connected to the regular infusion that lasted an hour.

And now we have Abby. She became such an integral part of our life that I could not imagine it without her. This merely 10kg rascal wagged herself into our existence and became a significant part of it. Life would be so hollow without them.

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