This is something that many dismiss, but I believe intelligent life on our planet is possible.  Or better yet, life is intelligent until we start messing with it.  Why is it we consider ourselves intelligent when we can’t get along? Why are we destroying our neighbors and our planet?  Perhaps if we just stopped thinking we were so smart and just paused and went within.  No rushing just letting our mind do what it does with no action. Our innate intelligence would have an opportunity to emerge and we would just all be better off.  

There are some that are looking for alien life like it is some beings visiting from another planet.  I say we are the aliens coming here and trying to act like we own the place.  The reality is that we are here for only a few years.  In comparison to the age of the earth, the age of the sun, the age of the mountains; we are here for a just a blink of time.

Intelligent life is found in my dogs.  They all possess superior knowledge and wisdom.  They certainly are smarter than I and the great majority of people on our planet.  They know that it is best to sleep in the shade and wait for the heat of the day to pass.  Us humans wait until high noon to start working outside.  The animals watch in amazement at our stupidity.

The toads and the rabbits come out at night in the hot summers to take advantage of the cooler nights to eat and hunt and do whatever rabbits and toads do for fun.  Birds fly south in the northern hemisphere to avoid the blasts of winter.  Trees and plants flower and are pollinated without our supervision or control, and they manage to wonderfully produce fruits that we rely on for food.

I say there is intelligent life on earth but for the most part it is not the human beings.  It is actually the others that we try to control and manipulate.  That includes the trees, birds, land, animals, and sea.  We are the aliens and for the most part unintelligent weeds being grown on earth.  

“A weed is but an unloved flower.”  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

This quote: “a weed is but an unloved flower,” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox is true to me.   Many a weed has grown up to become a significant contributor to our world.  I say this because there is always a contribution, however, we may just not be aware of it.  So if we are not aware of it does that make it insignificant?

How can we justify our rationale when we don’t know the totality of the situation?  There is no way of really determining from our point of view of what makes for a significant life.  Whether that life is plant, animal, human, or even a rock.  

We are all just travelers on this planet.  We are here for a period of time.  Some are here for decades, others years, and some for only an instance.  The trees in some areas are hundreds of years old.  The bumble bee that pollinates our plants is here for only a few weeks.

What is a weed to me may be a flower for tea.  It is really our ignorance that makes us see these weeds.  For in reality it is just another manifestation of life on earth.   Perhaps its location or where it happened to show up is not ideal, but it certainly has its place among us.

It’s an old adage and it has been around for a while because it is generally true.  This morning I called the vet’s office at 6:30 AM to let them know that I was cancelling my dog’s appointment at 11:00 AM.  Yes, it was early and they were not open yet, but I left a voice message.  Perhaps they could have someone else take the appointment.  Hopefully they have a waiting list of customers that need to bring their pets in for urgent care.

So, yes I did feel guilty about not telling them sooner. But frankly so much has happened since I made that appointment on Wednesday morning when I found a little bit of blood in Bodhi’s, my 16 year old Maltese, urine.  

I realized by Wednesday evening that Bodhi’s situation could not wait.  He was peeing all over the place.  It seemed like he could not hold his urine.  So, I connected with another vet that was able to see him and get him started on meds to fix the situation.  

Following that vets visit with Bodhi,  a few hours later almost about 5 PM.  We found Spot, our short-haired German Pointer, lying on the grass near the house.  That’s not unusual, however after a few minutes of calling his name, he was not responding.  Still not unusual since he’s elderly as well and doesn’t hear well.

Don’t know exactly how old, but he has been with me for about 12 years.  And he was certainly an adult when he showed up here at the house/farm. We live on 5 acres among palms and fruit trees.  So, it is assumed that he is 14 or 15 years old.

I walked towards Spot and knelt next to him.  He seemed to be sleeping.  As soon as I placed my hand on his back I knew.  He was gone. There was still warmth in his body, but it was lifeless.  I could feel the stiffness of the body.  The stiffness that occurs as soon as the life force leaves and goes where ever it goes.

Spot was my friend, companion, and protector.  I was grateful for his years of friendship and love.  My heart was so heavy with grief.  But with an understanding that he had lived a good life and was well loved.  And, thankful that he died peacefully in his sleep.

So, with all that occurred, it was with my utmost sincerity that I called the Vet’s office to let them know to please cancel Bodhi’s appointment.  We have all been through a lot in the last few days.  And, it just slipped my mind to call earlier to cancel the appointment.  So, yes especially in this case:  Better late than never.