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Staying Afloat When My Dogs Wake Barking

Suffering the curse of psoriatic arthritis, chronic Lyme disease, and dietary sensitivities, inflammation often likes to toy with me. When it does, I’m forced to play the guessing game of which disease is tripping me up. Sometimes, it literally binds my feet.

Beached in the bedroom

There are mornings when greeting the day is a rough haul. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, yet can’t touch my feet to the floor. Pain grips my insoles (and soul) like a cruel joke, shackling me to the prison island of my bed surrounded by a mocking mote of cushy carpeting.

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Finding the sandy lining

But I refuse to think of my bed as a prison. In fact, my bed is a sanctuary ship not lost at sea, but safely moored high above the carpet color of soft, warm sand. And it’s salvation lies with Shamus, the napping Newfoundland next to me.

Ahoy, matey!

Meet Shamus, my Shipmate of the Sheets, my Captain Cuddler, my Sleeper-in-Chief who never judges or complains when I lay back for a minute, curling and unfurling my toes until, like a rusty latch, they dislodge and finally swing freely on their hinges. He offers a comforting sigh and watches through one cracked eye as I try, once again, to support my own weight upon feet that bark like agitated dogs, dogs nothing like my sweet Shamus.

Shoving off

I ease my way two decks down, holding onto the rail, limping toward the kitchen/galley. Shamus hears his food hit the bowl. Only then does he dive from our bed’s bow and, with thunking paws that sound like they’re doggy paddling in deep waters, does he “swim” down the stairs toward his treasure trough.

This regatta is one race that Shamus will never win, no matter how swiftly his paws take him. For whatever reason, he’s decided to give me the long lead. And I take it because — who doesn’t prefer to start the day with a compassionate victory?

Charting a cheerful course

If this sounds too much like surreal sunny sailing, it’s true. But positive perspective is a choice that takes practice. On more occasions than I care to admit, I’ve cursed the pain, groaned and complained, but I’ve learned to sometimes find comfort in having a good friend sit silently by through my terrible, rotten, no-good experience.

Shamus is my non-judgmental companion, the friend who always empathizes without pity (perhaps because he has his own physical limitations.) He doesn’t offer repeated advice that I’ll ignore out of frustration. Nor does he expect me to do anything other than what I can. He merely helps me to see the calm that can exist when we, as humans, learn to take what’s handed to us and face it one moment at a time.

O Captain! My Captain!

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Animals don’t live in the future. They live in the now, and can show us how, if we try to see the world through their eyes.

I’m always working on that, Buddy.
Thank you.

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Comments

  • AuntJana
    2 years ago

    It’s great to have a loving, loyal pet. They give us so much love. I miss my girl, she passed a few months back. My constant companion, always there for me. Enjoy your beautiful Shamus 🙂

  • Kim Clune author
    2 years ago

    I’m so sorry to hear, Jana. I think they carry a piece of our hearts with them when they go. We’ve suffered our share of losses in this household, for sure. It never gets easier. But we sure do always find more love to give. And there has always been another animal in need of it who so generous gives it right back. Maybe you’ll have another cherished friend one day?

  • CathyD moderator
    3 years ago

    Shamus is so handsome, Kim!! Loved this 🙂

  • Kim Clune author
    3 years ago

    Let’s just say this is his relaxed look. You should see when he’s upright and standing confidently. He’s a truly regal dog. But we probably all look our best upright and confident, huh! Thanks for the note, Cathy!

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