Whirling dervish and unbearable jumping greeter when visitors came to call,
he made it clear he was unbearably glad to see you and ignoring him was impossible.
He would return to his place at my or Bob’s feet as our irreplaceable silent forever.
I remember him in the yard, walking amongst the chickens, playing chase. He would
get too close, and they’d run then turn on him, he staying out of reach as they chose
his butt as their bulls-eye.
I remember him on the boat, smiling pant in the sun, sprawled on the floor, orange life
vest with handle, as content with the world as we were on the water, rocking, rocking.
He hated water when I met Bob. Bob taught him to love water and to swim for fun.
He walked with us down trails, never leashed, never wandering, but he wasn’t built for
endurance. Brachy breeds have funny breathing that isn’t suited to real cold, real hot,
or overexertion. Our walks were short and when he tired, Bob carried him.
In wintertime he wore coats as his fur was short and thin. He loved to lay in front of the
wood burner on the sheepskin I bought at an estate sale for $20. When it was time to
“go potty,” he would look up at me when I opened the door and ask, “Do I have to?”
One day I found him in the middle of a seizure. Afterwards he stood up and looked around,
confused. The vet said watch him and log when and how long if it happens again. He
had them once or twice a year. Not enough to be placed on medications.
He began to lose control of his bladder. He was confused and embarrassed and a look of
desperation began to creep into his eyes. His body grew rigid. He lost the use of
his back legs. The vet said there was nothing to be done except one thing.
Cowardly, I went to work that day and left Bob to take him to the vet. He carried him home in a blanket, buried him by the pond, and laid his favorite toys over his grave.
In 2016, we lost a fuzzy, furry, lubby dubby, smart, playful, mischievous, love bug.
Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host of dVerse. Linda says:
So today Dear Poets, I want you to write about your companion(s), whether it be a fish, dog, cat, bird, a hamster or whatever. And if you find yourself currently without a pet, think back to a time when you had one. How was your life enriched? How did you feel while caring for your pet? Or if you’ve never had a pet, write from the viewpoint of a pet, or from any animal you feel a kinship with. Have fun, and I look forward to seeing you on the walk!