24/02/2025
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The Truth of A Hurting Dog. The Truth of You
A dog arrives before you, their past trailing behind them like a shadow. You do not know the places they have been, the hands that have shaped them, the moments that have made them shrink or swell with uncertainty. You know only this—they are here now.
And in this moment, you do not ask, What happened to you? You do not rush to fix, to soothe, to train away the marks life has left upon them. You do not meet them with expectation, nor do you force upon them the weight of your hopes.
You ask only—Who are you?
Not who I want you to be. Not who you were before the world made you afraid. Not what label you have been given, nor what diagnosis has been spoken over you. But who are you, in this moment, standing here before me?
And you do not fill the silence with answers of your own making.
You wait.
You let them tell you, not in words, but in the flicker of an ear, in the shift of weight from one foot to another. In the way they breathe when no one is watching, in the way their eyes measure the space between you and what is safe. In the moments between movement, in the stillness before choice, their truth begins to unfurl—not because you have asked it to, but because you have given it space to exist.
A traumatised dog does not come to you empty. They come carrying the echoes of all they have known, the lessons the world has taught them about fear, about hunger, about what it means to be seen. They are not waiting for you to fix them. They are waiting to know if you will see them as they are.
And this is where healing begins—not with protocols or plans, not with strategies or solutions, but with a pause. With a moment of recognition. With the choice to stand before another being and let them tell you who they are before you ever decide what needs to change.
If you are patient, if you do not rush the answer, you will see something extraordinary. You will see a being not shaped by expectation but revealed through trust. You will see them emerge—not in the way you imagined, but in the way they were always meant to be.
And so, in that first meeting, in that first moment, let go of all the questions that pull you toward fixing. Ask only the one that matters.
Who are you?
And then—be still. Wait. Listen.
The answer is already there.
