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THE LOST PUPPY:
A Story for Letting Go of a Past RelationshipDel Hunter Morrill, M.S., C.C.H.
While you're relaxing this way, I'd like to tell you a story.
It's about an incident, in my own life...
Maybe it has something to do with your life, as well.
One time, when I was walking in the neighborhood,
I found myself going further than usual,
into an area that wasn't familiar to me.
And I came across a puppy, who seemed to be badly hurt.
The puppy was lying on the edge of the sidewalk, near the cross-street.
It had injured its foot, in some way.
Perhaps a car had struck it...
It was hard to know.
What I did know, was that no one seemed to be caring for that puppy.
I didn't know to whom it belonged...
so I brought it home.
I cleaned the wound...
and put his leg in a splint, using some tongue depressors and cloth.
I fed the puppy water, and, when it was feeling better, some food.
Each day, the puppy became stronger and stronger.
He was very charming, very cute and loveable.
Our family soon became very attached to him, especially me.
After a little while he began to move around, so well,
that I could remove the splint from his leg.
Each day you could see the limp becoming less and less noticeable.
And soon, he was scampering around, feeling totally well again.
All of us enjoyed him so much!
One day when I was out on a walk,
I went into the same neighborhood that I'd wandered into before.
This time, I noticed a sign on a telephone pole.
As I passed the sign, I saw it had a picture on it--
a photograph of a puppy, who was missing.
A telephone number was included.
I had a quick thought about walking past that photo,
and pretending I hadn't seen it.
Instead, I took down the number...
For it was clear that the puppy in the picture was the same
as the one that we had grown so fond of.
I felt very sad, because I had a decision to make.
We'd grown so attached to that puppy,
that we had even named it.
And now we had to decide what to do with him...
because it was clear that someone else also loved that puppy before we had.
Finally, I called the number, from the poster,
and I told the person who answered, ãI think we have your dog.ä
That evening people came by...
and with a sorrowful heart,
I had to turn that wonderful puppy over to its real owners.
For several days I felt badly...
It was as if we'd lost a member of our family.
However, as I thought about it, more and more,
I realized that, from the very beginning,
this puppy had never belonged to me...
He had belonged to someone else, all along.
He had been brought into our lives, for us to enjoy, for just awhile.
If I hadn't found him,
our family wouldn't have had the pleasure of knowing him.
So he came into our lives, for a reason...
and, now, it was time to let him go.
He belonged elsewhere.
He had to move on in his life,
just as I had to move on in my own life.
Everyone has their own path--even puppies...
their own path, which they must follow.
This puppy had his...
and I had mine.
He had needed our protection, for awhile...
he had needed our lives, our care and our love, just for a time.
And, when it was over, he had to move on into a different life.
He had sought my help...
and I'd been there for him.
Yet, if I had kept him, he would have become a captive,
because he wouldn't have been free to be where he belonged.
Life is like that, at times...
People come and go in our lives.
They put love in our hearts, and caring...
And when they leave, we feel an ache in our hearts.
This is part of the real unity and oneness of all of life.
For, in reality, finally, there is separation.
The people who come and go make a difference to us.
They change us, in some special way.
And, hopefully, we make a difference to them, too...
and change them, in some special way.___________________________________________________________________
Copyright © 2005, by Del Hunter Morrill
(253) 383-5757; (888) 663-5757 (toll-free)
http://www.hypnocenter.com; delmorrill@hypnocenter.comThis script is available in Great Escapes, Vol. III