Monday, August 01, 2011

Moose, 1998-2011



There should be a law … or a rule or at least an unspoken agreement … that writers should never acquire pets. Especially dogs. Most of us know how vulnerable we are to the slings and arrows of those we love; how easily crushed we are by the slightest breath that bodes anything less than good and perfect harmony. We expect that and build our barriers, construct our walls, fortify ourselves against those hurts that will inevitably come.

But we trust our dogs, just as they trust us. We know as surely as we know the sun will rise and set on the world somewhere today that our dog will love us and trust us and accept us even when we are at our worst. Few of us ever feel that way about another human, but we easily feel that way about our dog. So, we go on for years, taking him for granted, giving him our leftover time, showing him every side of our self that we would never trust to another human.

And we forget…conveniently, easily, too completely…that one day, no matter what, he will die. And take with him all the best there is in us and leave us alone with our worst. Very much alone. Alone in that total aloneness we can feel only after we know what it is to be loved absolutely and unconditionally, the way only our dog can love us.

I said goodbye to my friend, Moose, yesterday after 13 years of being loved by him and only sometimes being worthy of that love. My granddaughter says there is a dog heaven where he will be a puppy, again. I hope that’s true. Just in case there is something to life after death for the pets we love, I buried him on the bayou, very close to where he caught the dead fish and nudged the turtle shells and buried more things than I will ever find again.

Moose was the best dog ever. A much better companion than I will ever be. He set a good example. He will be greatly and unconditionally remembered and loved and missed.

3 Comments:

Blogger Penni Moore Blow said...

xoxo I too hope she is right about puppies in Heaven. and kitties too.

12:36 PM  
Blogger Ossian said...

Sympathies, a lot of sympathies to you. If there's another life everyone and every animal will surely be at their peak of physical perfection and mature youth. It's there because we say and demand that it has to be. And while we're waiting, time is nothing to the other in the perfected world, there is no loneliness or waiting, all is a moment, ten years is less than a second in that paradise.

12:51 PM  
Blogger scarlette said...

You gave him much more than "leftover time"....so much more. My heart goes out to you....big hugs for you and peace for Moose....

3:06 PM  

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