A Plate

This is Fruitycake. You know what? We all serve up something to the world every single day.

The sticks around here and everywhere serve me up trouble. And I aim to give them a plate of barking.

But we all have something to offer the world every day. We can be kind or impatient. We can be understanding or we can judge.

We can forget how much empathy means to us from others and forget to show it ourselves. And take it from me. A plate of judgmental words never tastes good.

Around this time of year, there may be persons around us that we love but that don’t understand us for who we are. Sometimes it’s hard to know how to enjoy someone’s company without worrying what they think of us.

But we have to remember that others may not ever understand us. We have to remember we may not ever understand them. But a plate of love can still be shared.

I miss Brickle with all of my heart. I miss his wisdom and his bossing me around. Now I have to boss all the sticks around. And yes. Sometimes I miss the days we were together.

I don’t even know if I appreciated him for all he was. Now I have to remember. And a plate of remembering never truly tastes as good as a plate of the now with someone. I’m just being honest. That’s the only way dogs know to be.

So enjoy the plates and the persons you have them with now.

And when it does come time to remember, the memories will sure have been made sweeter.

Fruitycake

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