Tigger by Lewis


" Tigger "

Sept. 2 1985 ----- Oct. 16 1998

Lhasa Apso

Dogs Don't Have Souls Do They?


I remember bringing you home. You were so small

and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.

Once in a while you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this

was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on

everthing in sight became a passion and when I scolded you you

just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes

as if to say "I'm sorry but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."

As you got older you protected me by looking out the window and

barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work

you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say

"Welcome home. I missed you."

You never had a bad day and I could count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV you would hop on my

lap looking for attention. You would never ask for anything more than

to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head

over my leg. As you got older you moved around more slowly.

Then one day old age finally took it's toll and you couldn't stand

on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there,

trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say

that you were old and tired and that after all these years of not

asking for anything you had to ask me for one more favor.

With tears in my eyes I drove you one last time to the vet. One last

time you were able to stand up in the animal hospital;

perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away you stopped for an instant

turned your head and looked at me as if to say,

"Thank you for taking care of me."

I thought "No thank YOU for taking care of me."


Written by:

Chuck Wells of Palmyra New York.


This is the the way Tigger was when he got old.

He was paralized from the middle of his back all the way

to his hind end. In the end he couldn't walk or stand anymore.

For me this essay says alot.


Tigger's mother