Since adopting our dogs, I’ve become a major softy for animals. My heart wants to take care of every homeless or needy animal I see. So my husband has to remind me how impractical that idea really is. Someday I think I’ll volunteer at an animal shelter/rescue.
I started thinking today about why I love my dogs so much, even though they are major pains in the butt sometimes. I realized it’s the unconditional love thing.
I have a deeply ingrained belief that I am unworthy of love, unless I do enough for someone that I become worth something. This is a messed up and unhealthy pattern of thought, I know. So the great thing about dogs is that they love me, value me, adore me every day. They don’t care what I look like, or if I’ve accomplished enough, and if I mess up, they forgive me so quickly. I think it does my heart good to have a stable/dependable relationship in my life.
Since I can’t adopt all the sweet dogs out there needing homes, I’ll just have to do my best to encourage others. Loving an animal is worth the hard work, because they will love you, too.