This Simple?
I recently acquired an abandoned puppy with a bad case of mange. She was so traumatized by being left that she trembled and couldn’t look at me. Her eyes were hazy, her ribs poked out, she had lost a lot of hair and she had oozing sores with blood and pus. The vet I took her to gave a prognosis and treatment plan that was so long, doubtful and toxic that I rejected it. In the end, I decided that what could help her heal through all this (If she chose to make it through) was love and nutritious food. Period.
Recently, a friend visiting me had a painful, shocking experience and fainted on my grass. I ran out and shook her awake. She was terrified and in shock. My other friend and I sat with her, stroking, rubbing, touching her gently. Eventually she came back and we walked her inside. Later she said that the touch was the best and only thing that could have helped her then.
It struck me: Is life, living, caring as simple as love, nourishing food and touch?
