This morning I was determined not to get stung. I gave Zoe a good morning hug, let her enjoy the morning sun during her walk (as did I). I'll admit it, I felt rather proud of myself. With a beaming smile I chopped up Zoe's breakfast and sprinkled it with olive oil (for years I've mixed olive oil in her food to help with her skin/hair). I put her food down and went back to the kitchen to grab my food so I could start my busy morning of work in front of two laptops.
As you can see from the picture Zoe have me a quick sharp little bee sting. When I turned to sit in my work chair she was there...and wouldn't move. I looked at her confused and almost got annoyed until I realized I didn't break for the breaking of the fast.
For the first time I sat with Zoe and had breakfast. When I sat down to enjoy my meal, to savor breaking the night time fast, she jumped down from my chair. What surprised me most...she never once touched my food or begged for my food. It was very clear in that very intimate setting that there was a brief moment of respect and thankfulness of sustenance for the body and soul.
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