Jennet is a creative savant. Raised in the era where we lied about autism, she now speaks freely about overcoming fear and being a visionary. Jennet is a harbinger, an avatar and teacher – celebrating wonder, consciousness and transformation. Her life and work show this: she has extreme-genius autism with massively skilled productivity and, what she thinks is very little talent with human relationships. Xena was her service dog and helped her tremendously with embodiment and connectivity.
During Xena’s end-times I often supposed I ought to write her memoirs. Yes, without question, to honor her. I also felt that in doing so the world might come to know one of the truly great dogs of our time. However, selfishly, before her demise I also wondered if doing so might lessen the inescapable fracturing of my psyche when her body was to be no more. There was an abyss ahead, this was certain.
One afternoon about a year before she perished all became clear. We were resting together quietly. Dancing up and down her lovely spine, photons of winter sunlight sparkled blue and magenta on her wavy coal-black hair. Her all-seeing eyes held my heart still. There it was then, surely, no doubt. My assignment. Xena asked me to cast up for others the story of her life.
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