Give the Gift of Presence

It is presence — not presents — that are the best gifts of all

Zeke taught me the gift of presence. And the delights of a good tennis ball. Photo: Jeanne Grunert

Every day when I walk my German shepherd past our neighbor’s house, Zeke casts longing eyes towards their front door. Snorting behind the glass panels flanking the front doorway is Cinder, their boxer dog. Zeke whines and pulls, Cinder snorts, and I tug him away yet again, whispering, “Not today. They have to go to…