27 Mar, 2006
Ol' Red.
Soon after Cuddles died (of natural causes), Red died (of un-natural causes). Red was trying to cross the road and got hit by a truck. That left just Rascal at my in-laws house. After the eulogy I wrote for Cuddles, I felt that Red deserved no less. Unfortunately, I never got a round tuit. There were other things that had passed in my life that I probably would have told you about them had I typed them out as they happened, but I felt bad about not having something special for Red.
Why don't I share with you Red's story now so I can get on with sharing everything with you?
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28 Dec, 2005
Riding in Trucks with Dogs
She was the mother of 30 acres of farmland. An accident at a young age left her being a "math dog" (four legs, walks on three, carries one). That didn't slow her down, though. She could keep up with the fastest of them. Especially once someone let the tailgate down. She couldn't hop into the truck on her own, but if anyone was there to help her, she wanted to get in. She didn't care if the truck was moving or not, because in her mind, it was.
As she grew older, she had some bad days, some good days. When the bad days started to outnumber the good, my mother-in-law let Cuddles lay where she wanted, whether it was in the flower bed or not.
Just yesterday, my father-in-law and I were talking about how unfair it is that dogs live such short lives. As soon as you grow attached to them, it's time for them to go. Perhaps that's just our selfish nature. After all, when you're only a couple of feet tall, there's only so much of the world to see, and only so many things to do. They teach us so much the short time they're with us: patience, persistance, selflessness, authority, love.
Cuddles, it was wonderful to know you. Enjoy barking at your imaginary friends, and have fun running and jumping into the backs of pickup trucks on your own. May God watch over you until we meet again. (More)