It's been two weeks since I stopped watching the news.

And one week since Mukunda had his surgery.

And Now, we are hanging out by the river. Suddenly, the days are warmer, the pale green hue of springtime is deepening with every moment.

My friends ask me: What was it like to watch your dearest companion be sliced into and stitched back up for a total of three hours?

Frank, our Vet and friend kept asking: How are you holding up, Kate?

And I thought, How am I really holding up? Could I faint? I hadn't eaten. How embarrassing it would be to faint after Frank so graciously allowed me into the operating room.

So I dropped the idea of fainting and got into the experience, chatting with Frank about mutual friends, and discussed the days when I was nursery school teacher to Frank's daughter, now also a Veterinarian. Muki's heart monitor reassurred me of his continuing physical life. Otherwise he did look as if he died, reminding me of the time I saw 8 of my dogs after they were shot to death by a neighbor who hated "Hippys," and who later was said to embezzle 8 million dollars from the Republican Party in Lancaster County.

Or so the story goes.

At the time, the sight of my lifeless companions, done in by so much violence, prompted me to wait 28 years before before I could bring myself to get another dog: Thus Mukunda, then Ulysses four years later, the greatest friends I have ever had.

The days since the surgery have been quiet. The moments spent stroking my dogs, watching sunbeams bounce prism rainbows off Mukunda's paws and Ulysses eyelashes, listening to birdsong, watching the ever quickening pale greenery, marveling at the Daffodil and harvesting newly sprouted Nettle to sprinkle on the food I prepare every night for these dogs, has been an education in Being, In-Joyment, in Pure Peace, and also a touch of Spring Fever, which I never want to end.

These dogs are representatives of the spiritual realm, messengers and teachers, to teach what it truly means to live in the present moment.

The dogs are not concerned about tomorrow, nor do they obsess about the past. They love harmony and quiet and love.

In fact, they thrive on it.

My dogs abhor fights between humans. I call these creatures my harmony barometers. When I get tense and anxious, my dogs remind me: Forget about it.

Get back to harmony, they tell me.

They act as a tuning fork that resonates only with Joy, Love, Peace and Enlightenment.

And when I am with them, their need for love and peace is exactly what I need. We resonate together to create a harmonious space.

These dogs tune me into my higher, infinite and eternal awareness.

When I am with them, I truly am happy, in a timeless realm.

I am convinced they are guardian angels, God's messengers for peace and silence, the space between the notes, the quiet at 3 am every morning.

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