When you think you are too old to Love

 Amara came at the right time with the right energy.  She was young , barely 1 year old and crazy wild. A full load for my single mommy with 2 jobs and 2 or 3 houses to run and who was also looking after grandma. I loved her desire to rule instinctively.  Can you imagine a half breed educated on the side roads of God knows what village to rule..at the lake house. Like a horse never saddled she would fight for her Rights to eat when and what she wants,  to run free and return filthy and to sleep in Mommy's bed. But her love for food inspired me and reminded me of the times I so much enjoyed a good stake.  Her playfulness brought my smile back and put me in motion.  And day by day I was more alive, much more of the dog I used to be. And Amara was a guard dog too, for me and for the house. I was attacked a while back, while walking along the lake with grandma by a bigger, older dog from the neighborhood.  Amara knew instinctively that dog was not my friend and each time he would pass by our gate or we'd meet him down the road, she would get very defensive. She was a bit jealous of me in the begging , especially since I was getting so much of Mommy's attention.  But in time she realized to get to Mommy's heart she must 💔 me. It started with a fake pretense when Mommy was around.  But Amara's never tested mother instinct was suddenly awaken by my needy state. With Each kiss she gave me we were one step closer than before and her pretenses transformed into affection and her affection got so deep as to entirely devote herself to nurturing and loving me.