They usually begin with questions like: What happened to me?...What caused me to be in my cart in the first place? And they always seem to end with how does mom do it? How does she get me in my cart? How does she know when I need things? How does she know the exact moment, day or night when I want water or, need to output the water/food I've so happily taken in?
Then what generally follows after petting and admiring me is, the mom to me - (taking care of me) ratio... Uh-oh, look out...here comes the brain, the logical analysis just came in - yikes!
They look at me, then they look at mom's size and a whole new set of questions arise...How do you get him in his cart? How do you take him to go potty? You can pick him up AND carry him? How can you tell by just a glance what he's telling you he wants, or needs?
So Mom & I sat down together at the beach one evening and she talked to me about all the questions of the curious, well-intentioned, wonderfully kind people who ask these questions. I Rhu, NEVER question her abilities... I have complete trust and faith in her AND her love for me... THAT HAS NEVER let me down...EVER!
Gazing out over the ocean, the sun setting, she explained to me that it all comes down to a willing heart...No special skills, just simply, a willing heart. The heart knows. It doesn't ask how...It just innately knows. Knows how to love & give, not judge & take (that's ego). People always ask how much I weigh and she tells them somewhere between 65 & 70 lbs though it may be more, it may be less, you see she doesn't have to have me weighed to know if I look healthy & fit but more than that, she doesn't want her brain involved in calculating the ratio between her own body weight & mine, otherwise, "mister logical" may enter saying, You can't do that he's too big! Nope, Mom follows her heart who says, there's no question you can carry Rhu with ease because love is stronger than any muscle or brute force. Mom does happen to be very strong though, but don't tell her I said that!
Mom told me that a willing heart has every capacity to do what is needed in face of life's challenges, which I myself am all too aware of! A willing heart is open and, it listens...This is why our level of communication runs so deep...A bond that NO-thing can ever come close to. Mom says I humble her with the simplest of looks or kisses of gratitude I give her. She says I'm a gift of the greatest kind, the purity of love from my heart...no ego, no motive (with the exception of guilting her on occasion to take me for a car ride!). Mom works in an industry where the ego seems to be poised front & center and she says being with me gives her perspective on what is truly important in life...the willingness of the heart. I ground her and bring her back to "centerville", a place where the willing heart is alive & well.
When the kind people say "Bless You" or tell her most people wouldn't be willing to take on this kind of challenge, with genuine appreciation for their kind words she smiles and tells them that, most people have not been given a gift as special as Rhu.
She put her arm around me at the ocean's edge, sun setting, and told me Sweet Rhu, there will never, ever be a day in my life that my heart will not be filled with a willingness to do what I need to, for you...No special skills...simply a willing heart.