Pictures tell many stories. This peaceful scene comes by way of one of our readers/customers. The kittens wrapped around their big brother are Simon and Zoe. I am reminded of a series of poems by Mary Oliver. In them, she speaks of the love and connection she receives by living with her dog, Percy. Many of us feel this way.
For your pleasure:
I have a little dog who likes to nap with me.
He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck.
He is sweeter than soap.
He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace,
which can't even bark.
I would like to take him to Kashmir and the Ukraine,
and Jerusalem and Palestine and Iraq and Darfur,
that the sorrowing thousands might see his laughing mouth.
I would like to take him to Washington, right into
the oval office
where Donald Rumsfeld would crawl out of the president's
and kneel down on the carpet, and romp like a boy.
For once, for a moment, a rational man
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LITTLE DOGS RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT
He puts his cheek against mine
and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I'm awake, or awake enough
he turns upside down, his four paws
in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.
Tell me you love me, he says.
Tell me again.
Could there be a sweeter arrangement?
Over and over
he gets to ask it.
I get to tell.
~ Mary Oliver ~