Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
She rode in the back seat of my pick up and hung her head over my shoulder so she could experience the full effect riding in the truck with me. I knew people often stared, but I didnt care. She would also nuzzle the back of my head when it was time to hang her head out the back window. She learned commands of “sit” “stay” and “heal” in 45 minutes. From that time forward, she could be walked and managed without a leash. We never had to discipline her. She instinctively knew the rules of engagement. Just raising your voice or pointing your index finger in her direction would upset her to the point of having to “make up”. Even though she loved to snuggle, we had a rule she could not sleep in the bed with us. That rule lasted for one day, and she slept with us for the next ten years. We also took all those goofy dog photos that make non pet people cringe including reindeer ears at Christmas, photos with Santa at Petsmart, and others to embarrassing to admit. She was a part of our family.
Regardless of the day or what I wore, she always knew if I was going to work, or if the trip to the garage involved errands. She would position herself by the garage door with those big brown eyes campaigning silenlty to be included in the errand.
As the years passed, she became more loving but less active. When we were told three weeks ago that her persistent limp was actually the result of severe and aggressive cancer, we were devastated.We were crushed when the Vet said we could expect debilitating pain and suffering in as little as two weeks. We did the the only thing we could do. It was so hard
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
A cowboy asked his friend.
His pal replied, "It happens when
Your life has reached its end.
And clean your fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
Away from life's travails."
That's been dug into the ground.
Transformation starts when
You’re planted beneath a mound.
The clods melt down, just like your box,
And you who is inside.
And then you’re just beginning
Your transformation ride."
Upon your rendered mound.
Till some day on your molded grave
A lonely flower is found.
And graze upon this flower
That once was you, but now's become
Your vegetative bower."
Up, with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat, and muscle
Essential to the steed,
But some is left that he can't use
And so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground
This thing, that once was you."
And sees this upon the ground,
And I ponder, and I wonder about,
This object that I found.
Of life and death, and such,
And I come away concluding: You know Dude,
You haven’t changed, all that much