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Joy: From the Ground Up

I’m Sorry Now April 22, 2014

I don’t really know what happened. One minute I was in my happy place otherwise known as dreamland (chasing rabbits and other small vermin, of course). The next thing I know, there was crying. Well, it was more like screaming actually. Very loud and incredibly frantic screaming. Wiley! Wiley! WILEY!

I’m not sure how long it was going on before it finally woke me from my apparently deep slumber, but out I crawled from one of my favorite spots under my peoples’ bed and there I was. And there she was.

My dear aunt Morgan was in shambles. Absolute shambles. Her hair was strewn every which way. She was crying. And she was upset. She was incredibly upset. I did my best to cheer her up with all of my tricks. I snuggled and wagged and licked and none of it seemed to work. It was apparent. I was in the dog house. The worst part was, I wasn’t really sure why.

That is until mom returned home shortly thereafter. That is when I listened to the other side of the story. I thought he ran away, Morgan said, I thought he was gone. It seems to have startled her that I didn’t respond right away, I realized. This brought to light something I’ve always known but spend very little time contemplating. Baby Love

We often don’t know the consequences of our actions until it’s too late. A lot of things are said that we can’t take back. Yet we say them, they do their damage, and life goes on. A lot of things are done that have negative repercussions. A lot of decisions are made with little to no thought of their impact. All the while I know in my heart the power of the ripple effect. Everything we do, intentional or otherwise, has an effect on the world around us.

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life doing nothing,” as Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw suggested.

It doesn’t matter that I didn’t know what was happening. It doesn’t matter that in my dreams I was about to slay a whole coven of squirrels. What matters is the tears that resulted from my ignorance. The stress I caused with all kinds of unnecessary worrying about my whereabouts.

Because while it was certainly not intentional I learned a very important lesson today. I learned what it means to cause such confusion. Because I learned what is like to be loved. It’s not the first time, and I (while I don’t intend a repeat episode anytime soon) I am so very blessed in knowing it won’t be the last.

 

16 Responses to “I’m Sorry Now”

  1. Sandy Says:

    Wow, I can’t even imagine how scared your Aunt Morgan was. I’m glad everything turned out alright – even if you didn’t realize what was going on. . Wiley – you are so clearly an important part of the family : )

    • She scared my mom, who (in turn) scared an entire newsroom half to death in reaction to the call. Wiley’s missing!? These are not words anyone wants to hear. I find comfort in this, given my instinctual desire to explore the world.
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  2. utesmile Says:

    You are so loved Wiley, so loved! … and you know! ♥

  3. Lyn Says:

    Oh poor Wiles…poor Aunt Morgan. Next time let’s hope poor Aunt Morgan checks under the beds. I can imagine her fear when she couldn’t find you. You are so loved Wiles to cause that sort of reaction.

  4. Basil Says:

    That’s happened to typist before with her cairn. Big cuddles to everyone involved, don’t be too hard on your self wasn’t your fault you know!!

  5. fredrieka Says:

    I am to big to hide. One time someone closed the door of the horse barn and did not know I was in there 3 hours later they opened the door and was relieved I was there. They were looking and looking

    • You should be thankful for this….even though I’m sure you don’t. People are always looking, but I know now that it is rooted in love that they do. This I am thankful for, today and always.

  6. You’d be best to sleep and dream out in the open when Aunt Morgan is there, W. She scares easily….

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  7. Sometimes things can happen without that we have our paws in the pie. It happened to my mom too, that she ran on the street because she thought I escaped. While she showed the whole world her firetruck-red Pj I was in my bed and dreamt about toys&treats. She was angry too. But not about me, it was just an “depersonalized” anger, because she loves me and was afraid something could happen to me.

    • Ha. The vision of firetruck pjs warmed my heart as only you can do, brother. Thank you. At least we know the anger was only for fear of losing us. I would hate to lose us too. 😉


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