My job: Inventor of sorts. Don’t call me a god; I hate that term. I prefer Creator of Species. Yes. I like that. The task at hand? An entirely new species. Different than the rest. Better, perhaps, although it will be too humble to admit it.
I drop lavender liquid into my beaker, adding Empathetic and Compassionate to the already established shades of Independent orange. Enigmatic yellow swirls into my mixture. Three drops of Intensely Emotional and five of Selfless. Two of Tolerant. Four of Courageous. A combination of Strong and Resilient equaling a quarter cup.
I wrote recently about how important it is for me to raise my children to not be judgmental of other people or their life choices. Today I’m discussing another facet of compassion that grabs my heart and squeezes .
I was walking my dog, Milo, in a field near our house, when another dog came out of the trees and trotted over to us. I was nervous at first because I didn’t know if this dog was aggressive, but it turns out he just wanted to say hi to Milo. This dog was skinny, and had a few cysts under his skin like old dogs get, but otherwise appeared healthy. No collar, although the hair around his neck was indented like he’d had a collar recently. He trotted behind us nearly all the way back to my house, but then meandered between two houses and disappeared. When he didn’t respond to my calls, I got the impression he was deaf. I ran in my house to get food and water and came back out, calling, “Puppy! Puppy!”