You weren’t just a dog, right from the start. You let everyone who met you know that you were the center of the universe. You always reminded us that you were the smartest and prettiest of the bunch. Your loyalty was never in question. And what you didn’t know, you didn’t know because I never took the time to teach you. When uncontrollable instincts got you in trouble, I didn’t hold it against you. You wore the stink of dead fish or deer’s poop quite proudly.
You suffered the indignities of veterinarian examinations, injections, probings and overnight incarcerations. You posed for pictures, endured clippings, and yet never lost your sense of dignity. A fierce guardian of your territory, you did your best to protect us, and I knew better than to shout you down at two in the morning. I always figured you were barking for a purpose. Old age was not unkind to you. Despite the illness and stiff joints, you carried on. Sure, I had to help you get in the pickup, but you were part of the crew. I noticed you ate less, slept late and turned gray, but you never lost your enthusiasm for being part of the outfit.
People debate if dogs have a heaven. Well, I’m not sure that matters. What is heaven to a dog? Enough to eat, something to chase, shade in the summer, someone to scratch your ears and pay you a little attention now and then. All I know is that you added to our life–companion, listener, guardian and a connection to part of nature that we tend to overlook because we’re too busy worrying about the minutia of life. You reminded us to appreciate a sunny day, a bone to chew and a kind word, and you’ll be missed around here. You were just a dog, but you’ll be in my heaven.
Rest in peace, old friend.
That'll do.
| Margot The Princess Dog |
| 6, Jan 2005 |
| Chuck Haeger |