My Dearest Dunkin
August 1997 – December 27, 2003
I remember the day I got you. You were a shy, shorthaired, light brown dachshund. I took you to grandpa’s house where I was staying at the time. I remember I introduced you to Nikita, and it seemed like both of you hit it right off the bat. As we got to know one another,
your personality just shined.
It didn’t matter that your nose was longer than most, and had a girly butt, but the love you shown me was so unconditional. As the years went by, I could always count on you for a kiss, and all the love you could muster up in your little body. When we moved to Post Falls, you had a place to run with Nikita. A large back yard full of room to play and do what you wanted to do.
Oh boy did you love to dig.
It didn’t really matter to me, as long as you enjoyed it. The backyard was your domain. I remember how you didn’t like the sprinkler or water being thrown in your direction. You didn’t particularly like baths either. Then the day came when the love of my life came into ours, along with a new companion whose name was Junior. You accepted him too. Yes, there were some spats, but all in all I know you loved him too as much
as you did Nikita.
There were oh so many days that the both of you played, wrestling around and playing tag with your toys. Anytime when someone came out the sliding glass door, you came running with those floppy ears flying gracefully behind your head. I remember the days when you loved to play with children. It didn’t matter whose children it was, you accepted them unconditionally as well. When anyone came up to the gate, you would bark at them, not to be mean, but you were telling them that you wanted their love and attention,
ND to give it as well.
I also remember that you loved coffee. Michelle would set her coffee down and you would start to drink it. I remember that on several occasions. You loved to wrestle around and play with me. If I was in the backyard, you were always there, just wanting to be by my side. Also, you were sun worshiper. You would be outside in the sun, sunning yourself when the weather was warm. Also, there were a lot of times it wouldn’t matter how hot it was, you would wrap yourself
in a blanket like a burrito.
I couldn’t understand why you did that, but you loved doing that and that’s all that mattered. Sometimes, you got stuck for a minute or two, trying to free yourself from your blanket.
Yesterday, we found you on laying on your snow trail, like you have so many days, worshipping the sun. Your lifeless body brought immediate tears to my eyes. Just seven hours earlier, you were fine, taking a well deserved treat from Michelle. And now you were gone. I wailed my eyes out and picked you up and carried you inside the house,
then into the garage.
I wish now I would have been out there with you, knowing that you died without me. Maybe if I had been out there earlier, that you would have been alive and somehow I could have helped you somehow, someway. Please Dunkin, Please forgive me. Forgive me for not being there when you needed me the most. I know you were always with me when I needed you, but I wasn’t there when you needed me most. I know you are now in a much better place, and I know and pray that one day, we will see each other again, never to depart
each other’s company ever again.
A day after your passing, I still grieve for your company. I miss you soooooooo much. It will take a lifetime to get over your passing. I know that Michelle, Omi, Chris, Nikita and your buddy Junior as well as their daughter Keiki miss you terribly too.
I saw you on the day after Christmas and you were romping in the backyard, coming out from under the shed, running towards me, and you were fine then too. One minute you were here, and the next gone, never to return. So many times, I have gone into the garage today, just to pet and caress your lifeless body, remembering all the times we shared together. I know you are not there.
I see you now in a green pasture, with no fences, or gates, digging holes, or sunning yourself in the warm filled day. I see other dogs with you too, romping and playing with you. I hope and pray that I gave you a very good life. I anticipate the day when we are reunited, eternally.
Dunkin, I love you.
With so much love,
| Jim Harsch |