The dogs all have different techniques for asking for affection - Moose just shoves his way onto your lap, Dancer tends to bounce her way along, Dixie doesn't deign to ask, but if you want to pet her, she won't object, but Daisy... Daisy is an odd duck. She's a lady - she's not going to come over without an invitation, but she will sit on the floor (or another piece of furniture) and stare at you until you notice her, and give her the sign. Then, she'll leap up into your lap, confident in the knowledge that of course you'll catch her. Her leaps are even ladylike, though - she is light as a feather, landing like Olga Korbut looking for a perfect 10.
I remember feeling like that as a kid. I miss having that perfect knowledge that of course everyone loves me and will catch me if I leap into their arms. I miss that sense of grace and beauty. My body has become imperfect and my soul has been wounded through impacts with walls (physical and spiritual). I think that's the thing that I'm hoping for when I pass from this earth - I'm looking forward to leaving my scars behind and going back to that perfect knowledge that I'm loved and will be caught whenever I leap.
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