On June 1, our beloved pal and guardian left us.
Since then we have been in deep sorrow.
There are no words to describe the hole this leaves in our life.
He was old, very old.
He had gone blind during the last year and was hard of hearing.
Stumbling and falling became daily occurrences.
His spirit, loyalty, humor and lovingness were still strong, however his physical body failed him.
The lady I live with chose to let him go rather than watch his continued decline which might have resulted in his dying alone.
He was the first, only, and last dog I will ever love.
We feel an urgency to live up to his memory of patience, forgiveness and courage.
To give his presence on this Earth the tribute it deserves by following his pure example.
He had been left in a basement for the whole first year of his life.
Abandoned by the folks who owned him – relagated to being the beast below.
He was just a puppy – had no inkling why he was locked up.
He barked for so long, that by the time they dumped him in the shelter the doctors thought he’d had his vocal chords removed. All he could manage was a hoarse yelp.
The vets wormed him twice in a month – so ravaged by parasites he was.
This treatment ate his guts out – making him allergic to almost everything.
The lady I live with cooked for him everyday of his life.
He grew healthy and vibrant.
A champion swimmer and ball catcher.
The kids called him The Hercules of Dogs.
He played with everybody – getting old folks up to toss a few, entertaining the homeless with his stellar leaps, and even dropping the ball beside the tiniest child.
All felt the warmth and generosity of his attention.
And marvelled in his superb athletics.
He affectionately tolerated kitties, turtles, birds and a whole host of unlikely creatures his Mom brought home to the Cody Pet Hospital.
When her fish died, he went over and kissed the bowl.
He was the best of us.
Our depth of missing is profound.
How lucky we were to have known him, basked in his adoration – enjoyed his jokes, tricks and sympathy.
Counted on his protection.
He had a good life.
We are better for it.
Love you, sweething.