He sleeps when I sleep.
He reminds me to drink 80 ounces of water daily, simply by example. He enjoys a meal when I eat.
He respects my tendency towards sensory overload, sitting in total silence with me for hours on end. He never complains that I have been too focused on my physical pain, but instead rests in his easy meditative state all day, sighing gently now and then, reminding me to mimic his ways and see life’s beauty. Although I am often bed-bound, we complete at least one guided meditation per day with my thousands of fellow meditators on Insight Meditation (such a beautiful online community).
He doesn’t even know the extent to which he enhances my daily life. He is my personal Dahlai Lama. He’s my dog, Barry.
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