Its odd to think of Randy being gone. As I think of the last almost twelve years I feel so fortunate to have shared them with him. As a puppy Randy ( or “nid Boo Boozer needabooda nin booda boo boo man nidbidder man”) was just bad enough to keep things interesting. I had a bed full of pot holes after he discovered the matteress buttons. I had slightly shorter high heel shoes after a beagle raided my closet. I even had the joy of “treasures” in my bean bag.
As life went on WE matured. There was still the occasional high speed chase through our sub-division but all in all a good dog was emerging. He loved Pizza ice cream and cheese. After the supposed-to-be twenty-five pounder began too look a little more like a bassett hound than a beagle it was time to focus on his other great passion…. BALL BALL BALL……A true obsession. Even three days before he died….with all he had we played ball.
Thyroid medicine and a diet slimmed a portly nearly fifty pounder to a much more comfortable 35+. Age slowed the ball obsession some…. But no matter how heavy gray-haired tired or even sick he got that tail was always wagging. From that alone I feel there is much to be learned.
Through bad boyfriends bad decisions debt betrayals,and losses we had weathered it all. Cancer however seemed to be the one storm we couldn’t. It seems so unfair he had to go like that. Or maybe it’s just
that he had to go at all.
In the words of Hellen Keller-
“The best and most beautiful things
cannot be seen – or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.”
Thank you Randy….
For everything.
Lisa
| Randy {Boo} |
| 10, June 2002 |
| Lisa |