Prior to 1997, I never had the good fortune of experiencing the bond
between a man and his dog. In this case the dog was a beagle named
She was timid, but she would touch our life with her sweet nature,
and her everlasting devotion. When she got past the shyness, she
followed the Beagle code whereby like my vet used to say, "I never saw
a beagle who would not eat anything put down in front of him/her".
You could tell she had a tough life before entering ours, she had a
good ticker (heart), and rarely ever barked. When we had another dog we
brought into the house as a puppy, she took him under her wings and
showed him the ropes. It was almost as if she thought it was her puppy.
The unique thing she would do is when we poured her a bowl of food, she
would eat only half the food in the bowl. It was as if the younger dog
would be waiting on the on deck circle, and as soon as she finished her
portion, she let the other dog eat the rest.
The dog fought a cancer battle several years ago that was defeated
thanks to one Dr Jeff Todd, but after being with us for eight solid
years, this was just her time to go. She left us gracefully last night
after starting the morning doing her favorite thing that is taking a
walk on Litchford Road. In the time we knew here, you just brought up
the word walk and her ears would rise up and a tail wagging. Thus, it
was appropriate she got to walk and sniff on her last day here with us.
I will leave you now with this excerpt from A Dog’s Prayer by Beth Harris:
to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must
know by fierce wagging of my tail when your footseps falls upon my
waiting ear…and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in your hands"