Well King, it’s been 5 years now…
I rescued you from the shelter, never expecting you to be more than a great friend. But, when you showed the special things it takes to be a search dog, I knew
we would be inseparable.
All the training, the late night call outs, the time you found the lady with Alzheimer’s… all precious events and I know you knew you had done something special.
Then came the day of your last watch. We were searching a new rock pile to find the rookie, a drill you loved. Sniffing away, focused, moving from peak to peak, point to point… and you fell.
When I saw you hit, I knew it was bad. When I got to you, I knew that even tho the team vet was there, all he could do was give you the shot that took the pain away forever. I held you and saw your eyes asking me to help, and continued to hold you tight, saying your name,
until the light went out forever.
I felt guilt for the longest time, but I realize now that you are like all the other Rescue people, medics, cops and fire fighters I know … that you went in the line of duty and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
You are remembered, not just by me, but by the team. Your service included a piper playing ‘Amazing Grace’, and your picture is in a black frame in the team’s front lobby, thankfully the only one – human, horse or canine.
You have never left my heart, and I look forward to the day we are together again, at Rainbow Bridge.
| King |
| 27, Dec 1997 |
| Larry |