Sunday, May 23, 2010
From the first day I got my dog, Murphy, in the seventh grade, he was full of life...always wanting to chase rabbits in the yard, run loose through the neighborhood (much to the dismay of my bare feet) and always, always be at least a step ahead of me on our walks and runs.
That's who he's always been. Until now that is. I'm no longer in the seventh grade and he's definitely no longer in his youth. I've known this for quite sometime, but it hit me hard this morning when, on our two mile run/walk, I was the one pulling and motivating him to finish and push harder.
Thus far in life, he's been my motivator, but now the tides have changed. He made it through the walk, but instantly began huffing and puffing with his tongue wagging.
I love him for running through life with me and pushing through so he could finish with me. Although he's no longer motivating me with his strength and energy, he continues to motivate me through his spirit.