That moment

The moment I became more grateful for my pet therapy dog Sage. Before adopting Sage the last time I had a pet was when I was a teenager. I’m 48.

I remember sitting in the living room of my home on the couch and petting Sage. Having another living being I live with took some time for me to get used to.

In the past often I’d leave home for human connection. I still do this to this day. I always will seek human connection in my life.

When I was sitting on the couch petting Sage I realized there was no need for me to go out to a store and buy a snack. There was no reason to. I was not hungry. I wanted connection and when petting Sage I no longer had the urge to buy a snack at a store from a stranger.

I still go shopping and make purchases from strangers throughout the week. I am polite and respectful and appropriate to the human at work I interact with and relate to them as the human they are.

Sage can only give me a certain amount of comfort. Sage doesn’t speak English. Sage is a domesticated dog. Sage relies on me for food and water, care and attention. Sage is domesticated and at 9.5 years old my pet dog would not live long outside on her own.

Sage needs a caretaker for her survival and her caretaker is me. I’m happy to play this role in Sage’s life.

It doesn’t compare to living with another human. Human interaction is more important to me than caring for my dog. Much more important than caring for my dog.

I can become in love with a woman. I can speak to a woman. A woman can listen to me and understand what I tell her and respond to me. A woman can be a partner and a companion the way Sage is not.

I’m grateful for my friend Sage. And I yearn to enter a loving and caring relationship with a woman.