Ace and I had our two year anniversary yesterday. This is the longest non-familial relationship I've ever had and that makes me so happy. This dog, in all his glory, all his fur, all his idiosyncratic existence, is a part of me. Hell, he might be the truest part of me.
We're doing well, Ace and I. I'm learning how to live a a life that is "utterly wild" in the sense of Mary Oliver's poem (and my tattoo), even though I'm not quite sure what it means. Ace is showing me how, me with my dumb humanity and need for logic. It has something to do with responding to the impulse of each day, loving the beauty of ourselves, and sleeping enough. And, probably lots of snacks.
Yesterday, we lay on my bed, listening to Florence + the Machine (Ace's favorite band). As the sweet sounds of techno-soul-rock reverberated against my walls, I rubbed Ace's belly. For the first time (after two years of belly rubs), his leg started to thump as I found his "spot." I was amazed that he had this reflex, this response to a rub on the tummy.
It seems that even as we grow older together, we still have so much to discover. For that, I am grateful and by that, I am humbled.
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