My chihuahua mix friend has a favorite spot: underneath the covers. My job is to lift up the covers for him. If I fail to notice that he needs a blanket, he gently paws at me. His brown eyes beseech me to put a warm cover over his hind quarters, his mid-section, and his head.
Upon being covered, his whole body relaxes and a loud sigh emanates from beneath the lumpy blanket. Contentment reigns until he overheats or has biological needs.
Holy One, thank you for the opportunity to spread blankets of love over my pet. His presence in my life brings me great joy. Move me to build relationships of mutuality and love with not only those I meet each day but those I will never meet. Help me to find the blankets they need that will bring contentment into difficult lives.
