Kingsley, the dog with which I began my love of and for dogs. A fuzzy, low-res photo taken with a film camera long ago, a photo that still makes me smile because she was attentively life-guarding swimmers.
Tag: pet
Moonpie
While sorting through photos this rainy evening I came across this photo of years-ago-let-go-of Moonpie, a Labx. She was a sweet girl. Ready for an adventure. By owning her I continued learning about the love of and for dogs, continued learning about letting go, sometimes earlier than you would like.
I’m blessed to have owned her.
Living memorial
Back in May we let go of Stella, our beloved ACDx. The network our vet clinic is in has a great program. When you let go of a pet you can purchase a tree and participate in a planting ceremony.
Faye and I along with about a dozen other people did that today. I was able to select a redbud sapling (Cercis canadensis) which two of the techs planted. It seems like a strong young tree and I look forward to watching it grow. I’m unlikely to see it get large and old. That’s fine; this proverb gives me a lot of contentment.
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. – Greek proverb.
Here’s a photo of us next to Stella’s tree.
Froggy dog
Fitzi has an uncanny ability to stretch his hind legs out behind him.
I dare ya
Fitzi’s favourite toy is this ball. We sometimes play chase/keep away using it as the prize. Here, he seems to say ‘I dare ya to take it.’
Treat
Fitzi very nicely takes a treat. What is the treat? A piece of celery rib. Yes, he likes celery.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Good boy.
Smile
Someone mentioned today that they really miss their dog that’s gone on ahead and are still sad he is no longer here.
While I miss all the dogs that have gone on ahead, am sometimes for a few moments sad (for me) about letting go of Stella last May, I generally look back with gratitude and contentment that I shared life and time with so many dogs, different dogs.
How can I not smile when I look at this photo of sweet Corndog spotlighted by a sunbeam, snoozing on his couch?
I have been blessed.
Glows
Fitzi’s blaze still glows when the light is down low.
Curls
Fitzis’ ear curls into a close-parenthesis.
And that’s fine
Achilles’ coat still has tufty after a brushing. Always has been, always will be.
And that’s fine. An exquisitely groomed dog isn’t on our list of needs.
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