Anyone who has known me very long knows that I have the capacity for great care and compassion as well as the ability to bite (metaphorically speaking) when I feel threatened. So it's been an amazing coincidence to spend my life with a little dog who possesses these same traits. Porsche and I arrived at this state following similar paths: paths which led us to people who claimed to love us, but who were particularly cruel in their demonstration of that "love". Porsche eventually learned to bite to protect herself from these people, and so did I. Unfortunately, as happens with most who have been subjected to bullying, we learned to bite everyone rather than learning to identify who needed biting, and who didn't. Those who are being bullied don't often have the opportunity (time) to think through their reactions first.
The fact that Porsche and I met when we did, when both of us had arrived at a point in our journeys where biting ceased to do anything useful for either of us, was another remarkable coincidence. Giving credit where it's due, I have to say that Porsche has made much more progress toward finding alternatives to biting than I have, but we have both come a long, long way from where we started. You can see in her body language that Porsche still thinks of biting each time she's startled, but she never does; she hasn't bitten anyone or anything in more than ten years. Unfortunately, I can't claim that same distinction for myself, but I too have made great progress.
I've been crying on and off for much of the morning. I'm so grateful to be surrounded by family and friends who know what this little creature has meant to me, and who are standing beside me as I help shepherd my little friend along the last few steps of this part of the journey. This afternoon, we will meet at a fork in the road and bid each other farewell for now. We will hug, we will kiss, and we will be grateful for the joy we have each brought to the other's lives, for our mutual steadfastness, and for the unconditional love that we have shared. And then I will watch quietly as she takes one path, and I another, knowing - as I absolutely do - that all paths eventually lead to the same destination. We will meet again, and I assure you that when we do, nobody will be biting anyone. Sweet dreams my love.