Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

I Made My Bed September 15, 2013

I dont have many regrets in life. I generally make an effort not to regret even the most regrettable of things by finding a silver lining in any situation. But (as hard as it may be to admit) nobody’s perfect. We all make mistakes.

Feeling ReflectiveI was reminded of one of mine today when my forever parents came home with a gift for me. I’ve come to expect that there is at least something for me in those goody-filled plastic bags they bring home after running errands. From treats to toys, I’m usually right. Today’s present didn’t come in a bag. It was a brand new fluffy blue cloud of a dog bed. This will be my third since being in my forever home, which I frankly find unnecessary.

If it were up to me I would still have my first one. I had just worn it in enough so that it had all the right smells and a nice layer of my fur atop the entirety of the plush surface. Something tells me the same factors that made it feel homey to me made it fall under the category of “nasty” to my people. The second was headed in the same direction as the first and (in mine and mom’s opinion) it could have been saved before it took its trip to the scary green garbage bin. Dad did not agree.

So alas I now have my third dog bed. All to myself. I wish I could have found a way to convince dad to donate those other beds to a local shelter instead of throwing them away. Like in some karmic way that would repay the wrong I did once. Because in reality this is actually my fourth dog bed. The New Digs

Shelter (let alone comfort) was not always so easy to come by while I lived on the streets so you can imagine my overwhelming sense of excitement when I found it. A discarded dog bed on the side of the road. It smelled like spoiled fish, rotten eggs and felines. I didn’t care. It may as well been the doggie Hilton compared to the cardboard box I’d been living in for the last few weeks. So of course I didn’t want to share it with the family of kittens that came my way that night. There were four of them and they were shivering. They were all alone. They kept trying to snuggle and I shooed them away. The bed was mine after all. Not theirs.

They eventually wandered off, but I will never forget the look of desperation in the eyes of the last kitten to leave. I’m reminded of that look today as I snuggle up in my cozy new bed. It’s a crisp one as fall is approaching and I feel so blessed to have such a comfortable place to keep warm. Thinking of those kittens reminds me of how lucky I am. I generally don’t need a reminder to count my blessings, but I got one today.

I don’t have many regrets in life. But nobody’s perfect. I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it. Fortunately for me, I do a lot of good thinking in my sleep. This is why I know for sure we all make mistakes. It’s what we learn from them that matters.


17 Responses to “I Made My Bed”

  1. What a cutie! And wise to boot. 🙂

  2. You were part of those kittens’ broken road, Wiles. I pray that they became stronger and more resourceful that night. We all have those moments of regret. You’ve made up for that night a hundred-fold by sharing and teaching and bringing happiness to everyone you meet. Your new bed looks cuddly and soft. Enjoy it on behalf of those still chasing their perfect bed.

    Love and licks,

    • God Bless the Broken Road, dear Cupcake. I pray that you are right about the path of those kittens. I think it’s a big step acknowledging making mistakes and an even bigger one learning from them. Sheesh, I’m tired. 😉
      Lots of love,

  3. Oh Wiley, it sounds like you have surely gained some wisdom from your experience. (If I was your owner, I’d get the old dog beds out of the garbage and go donate them!) But if you can’t, that’s okay. Enjoy your new one; it looks comfy!

  4. likeitiz Says:

    Thanks for enlightening me with the ins and outs about the go-to dog bed, Wiley. Now I can see what Beau must be going through everytime I get him a new bed. I have even resorted to putting a fleece blanket over his bed. And I change it every other day, in the hope of extending the life of the bed. I see how by early morning, he has succeeded in untucking the blanket and peeling it off completely.

    But I can’t help it. I always think he would sleep better on a clean bed.

    • What you said brings warmth to my heart – you can’t help it because you always think he would sleep better in a clean bed. The thought overcomes the dog logic if you ask little ole me. Misunderstandings aside, Beau is lucky to have you.
      Lots of love to you both,

  5. huntmode Says:

    Thanks to you, Wyles and to observing my kids’ love and attachment to a particular blanket or toy, I’ve tried hard to leave well enough alone. Every once in a while, I’ll unzip Ella’s bed cover and throw it in the wash. Curiously, she’s happy on the ugly foam hidden by the cover – it must contain years of smells, eh?

    • Dear HuntMode,
      I think you’re on to something with your understanding of something that might seem illogical. Did you know that canines have between 200 and 300 million receptor follicles for smell? People have 6 million. All the easier to develop attachments to things that smell like our loved ones. 😉
      Lots of love dear friend,

      • huntmode Says:

        I had heard that, Wyles! Combined with we spend a third of our life in bed – hah! Smelling and feeling gooood! Love HuntMode, Ella & Elby That Cat!

  6. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    Mistakes are okay as long as we learn something from it.

  7. kanzensakura Says:

    We al make mistakes and things that come back to make us wonder. You learned from it, I have learned from mine. I like to think that what led you to that first bed, led those kittens to a nice warm place. My Sam.Cat loves his hair infused blanket. Sometimes he sleeps other places, but he l oves that b lancet best. I sometimes wash it but he avoids it for the a few days until the “cleans” goes away. You sleep easy tonight in your new bed. I am glad you have it to make it smell like you!

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