Six Life Lessons Homer Taught Me
Live In The Moment
The present moment is all that matters, nothing in the world lives this way quite like dogs and Homer rocked that out hard.
He jumped off our bed each morning ready and eager for the day. He never held a grudge or was stuck in the past. When Lori or I came into the house, whether we’d been gone five minutes, five hours or five days, Homer was waiting at the door. Tail wagging, face radiating, absolutely thrilled to see us again. He greeted every moment like it was a long lost friend.
Treat Everything Like It's Your First Time
Each meal, each treat, each walk, each person was met by Homer with such vigor, excitement and fun. His energy and enthusiasm was infectious. Everything was a celebration. Homer had a lust for life unlike any other dog I’ve met.
Ask For What You Want
Homer was a master manifester. He would sit, whine, stare, drool, beg… whatever it took to get what he wanted. It never failed to work. His perseverance and tenacity was amazing. People always gave in and gave him a treat, pet, hug…whatever it was that Homer wanted.
Give and receive it. Be a conduit of love. Homer enjoyed other dogs but he loved people. He lived to sniff, snort, and smell people, and nothing made his eyes light up like being pat by a stranger when he was out for a walk.
Homer loved and protected our kitten, Marge, to such an extent that when Marge became fully grown and would lunge at Homer and smack him in the face with her paws, he wouldn’t even bark at her. He just took it, because he loved Marge.
Don’t judge yourself or others. Most of the time Homer was a Zen Master - so sweet, easy going and relaxed. Once, a neighbor's dog bit Homer in the cheek. Homey just stood there shocked, like “What’s your problem, man?" But when thunder or fireworks struck; lookout! He would be a shaking mess and bolt for a spot in the basement without any windows to ride the storm out. It was his own personal panic room. He didn’t care what I thought, what you thought, and he didn’t cast judgment on himself for his anxieties, his many anxieties. He was also the rare dog that hated car rides. He would start drooling and trembling just seeing us pack luggage. The back seat of our car would be a lake even after a short drive with Homer in the car.
Leave An Impact
Homer was hit by a car and died Friday Jan 4, 2013 at the age of 9 1/2. The outpouring of love and support from friends, family and neighbors has astounded me. Homer gave nothing but love and has left a sad hole.
It hurts to wake up and not have him laying at my feet.
It hurts to look out any window and not see him in the yard.
It hurts to see his tracks in the snow, knowing their won’t be anymore.
It hurts to not hear his many sighs and moans; he was like an old Jewish man.
It hurts to not to have my living alarm clock wake me up to get him breakfast.
It hurts to put on my socks and shoes without him coming to sit beside me.
It hurts to walk into each room and find it empty.
It hurts to not hear his early warning system when anyone comes down our driveway.
It hurts to not put my used dish on the floor for my heavy breathing dishwasher.
It hurts to see each toy, knowing it won’t be played with again.
It all hurts because there was so much love and joy.