I asked the Ten Things of Thankful Co-Hosts to send me a short piece and a photo of an animal who’d meant a lot to them (this, after we seem to have unofficially adopted Zoe’s dog, Skip, as our ‘Mascot of Thankful’) and they rose to the occasion.
Enjoy the delights my co-hosts share about their beloved pets…
“To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.” – Hermione Gingold
This was the quote I used on my blog when Zeb the Australian Shepard in the photo died back in March. He walked into his dog house and died a year to the date that we found out my partner had been killed in Tibet. I mention the irony of this because many people inferred that had they not lived in real time together they would have thought Zeb a reincarnate of Tseering (my partner). Zeb was quite possibly the most zen creature I have ever had the great honor of knowing. He was a wonderful dog and companion to not just us but everyone. I don’t know if I will ever meet another like him.
*I know, surprised not to see Skip here, but Zeb was Skip’s best bud…Skip would want it this way.
These are my two cats, Kenco and Smidge. We got them not long after my dad passed away so they have been a constant reminder of him… but also they have been there through the thick and thin for us and as most people know cats have a kind of third sense of when something is wrong and would come and cuddle up on your lap when you were having a bad day. This was always great and made whatever was wrong that little bit better…
Best ‘Ola Story’*
Ola became very sick. We took her to Tufts which had, at the time, the best, most update veterinary care available at that time, c2000. For a week we went to the clinic, battery of tests, to no available. She had a systemic disorder and there was no cure or treatment.
She stayed overnight on Thursday, but there was no improvement and so the decision was to get her home to die where she lived.
Phyllis and I were standing in the reception area signing papers while Ola was being discharged. She was an 85 lb German Shepherd but according to hospital policy we could not walk her out to the car, an orderly had to bring her out…on a gurney.
From where we stood, Phyllis and I had a clear view of the doors they would be bringing Ola from (done a short corridor, which ran perpendicular to the hall that we stood in…we would see her before she could see us).
The double doors opened and Ola’s gurney came into view. She was strapped to the gurney (for her safety) and….she had a muzzle on (for the safety of the attendant…lol). What we saw was the most basic, primal dog I have even seen. Teeth totally bared… not struggling against her restraints (she was too intelligent to waste her energy) but her entire attention was focused on the young man pushing the gurney. To say that her entire intent was on his throat would be to say that Mt Everest is a tall mountain. You could feel the strength and ferocity.
…then the gurney reached the point in it’s path where Phyllis and I came into view. The change in Ola still has be torn between laughing and crying… once we caught her eye she immediately transformed into a dog with a sheepish, slightly embarrassed expression. Like we caught her with her paws on the kitchen counter… her ears laid back every once of tension left her body and her tail wagged… just a little. A puppy caught chewing a slipper… and we laughed.
(as we continued to the car, I watched Ola from the corner of my eye as she would steal a glance at the attendant and the wild animal look would flicker across her face just for a second… lol)
She was a very good dog.
*for people who really like (and know) dogs
Who can resist the wiggly exuberance of puppies? I know I can’t! I’m thankful for Drexel, the current puppy that I am raising for Guide Dogs for the Blind. He’s a smart, snuggly, personable puppy, who knows what he wants to be when he grows up. He accompanies me nearly everywhere. Strangers smile and strike up conversations. He’s given me the chance to introduce Guide Dogs for the Blind to a woman whose husband is blind. She was delighted to know that dogs are provided free of charge to blind clients. I’m thankful to be associated with such a great organization, and I’m thankful for sweet Drexel.
Cloudy, fondly nicknamed “OCloudasan” as a Japanese quirk, has been a fount of joy for the past one and a half years.Her doggy presence has certainly made a terrier difference in the home.
In more ways than can be imagined.
When I first encountered her at the breeders she tapped at the breeder’s legs incessantly, asking to be introduced AT ONCE. We knew instinctively knew that she old make her way home.
“OCloudasan” loves TV. No, not your regular but “doggy” cable. She loves staring out of the window and watching other dogs go by. If there was Home Dog office! she would be switching channels.
She needs her jog too, or her crankiness would manifest itself in my chewed up shoes.
Cloudimuss Grime, our resident doggobot, loves to transform-she darkens after a roll on the grass and sand.
We may be driven up the wall but there is one thing we can never argue with-life would not be the same without her!
My dears, you have outdone yourselves. These are beautiful tributes to the animals who mean and have meant so much to you.
Readers – over to you – which pets have been most special to you?
Come back on Saturday to link up for Ten Things of Thankful – perhaps you could include your animal companions in your list.