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Dogs Never Die

Dogs Never Die

This post is for all of us who have lost a beloved four-legged partner. It was sent to me many moons ago when my dear Delphi passed away. It made me cry, yes but made me realize she and all the others will always be in my heart and I will always find room for more. I have in turn passed this on to friends after the loss of their dog. It is beautiful. We must remember that Dogs Never Die, they simply do not know how.

It was written by Ernest Montague and he says – I wrote this several years ago in memory of Bolo, a black and white Pit Bull who would always go for a walk, right up to the day he died. He might only get 15 feet before he stopped and looked at me and gave me the look: ‘I can’t go any further. But don’t you think for one minute I’m done walking’.

Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to ‘death’, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say: ‘No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.’ Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.

It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone (exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.

However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.

When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging its tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: ‘Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.’

When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.)

Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.

But don’t get fooled. They are not ‘dead.’ There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.

I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.”

Seven is Different

Seven is Different

Seven is totally different in many ways from any other Border Collie that has shared their life with me. Yes he is a typical BC that needs a purpose, whether it is to herd sheep or any animal that shares their space.  Before our big move (more about that later) his job was to ensure that our 3 cats remained on the property. He would not rest at night if one decided to wander a little too far.  You know how cats can be especially since they had over 200 acres to roam.

But Seven is different.  Unlike my others who were very trusting of people they met and would love all the attention, Seven is extremely cautious. Sometimes to the extreme. He does not like to be touched by strangers and tells them so.  Which is somewhat difficult at times due to his enduring looks. One has to earn his trust. In that respect he is very much like his father who had the same cautious attitude to strangers. But once you have gained his trust, look out, he will not leave you alone and will love you forever. Be warned though, it may take some time.

Seven also created a perfect circle around my house that can be seen from Google, this shot was from 2 years ago so you can imagine how engraved it is now! Speaking with various BC owners, theirs have done the same also. I always said he was making sure I stayed put!

the circle

Seven to me though is the most affectionate and loving Border Collie I have known. From the first day I met him, he showered me with kisses and could not stop talking all the way home when I and my friend Ruth picked him up.  To this day he insists on those big wet kisses whenever he can. I am not saying that the others Deacon, Delphi and Devon were not affectionate because they were. But Seven is different.

Seven is different in so many ways. He was a bugger to house train, obstinate as they come and chewed everything and anything he could find. Seven like most Border Collies is a loner, a fact that many people don’t understand. They don’t need the company of other dogs although Seven does have a few favourites.

Seven is different. Seven and I are one, don’t ever doubt that. And we have so many roads to travel down now, it will be a journey unlike ever before.

stills in motion

 

The Beginning

The Beginning

Many many moons ago while staying at a wonderful drovers inn in the Brecon Beacons I began talking with a local farmer. My interest in Border Collies had only just begun and I asked him many questions.  He thought it was amusing that the dogs he and his family had been using for generations to help herd their sheep were called Border Collies. His one statement still sticks in my mind with his wonderful Welsh accent “border collies, that’s what you call them? They be working dogs to me”.  He did in fact offer me one, free.  But, alas I could not take up his offer, I was returning to Canada in only a matter of days. But from that day forward, I knew that one day I would be blessed to have one as a friend.

My first friend Deacon came to me from a farm in eastern Ontario, where they were hand picked to become herders. Deacon was a beauty, handsome and as gentle as they come. I have so many pictures of him but not digital – yes that’s how long ago it was. Sadly when he was about 2 years old, he had a seizure. I was able to curb the seizures with daily drugs but before he turned 4, he had a grand mal and never recovered. His ashes were spread with his best friend Cally, a very old calico over the fields that he loved to roam.

Before leaving the city of Toronto while Deacon was still here, Delphi came into our lives. The three of us packed our bags and headed north. Days were spent roaming the fields that surrounded the farm house. We were in heaven. When Deacon passed, Delphi was noticeably sad, alone. Yes she tolerated the cats and loved me but something was missing. Then along came Devon. They were inseparable for 13 years.  Best friends. They went everywhere with me, loved everyone (well almost) and everyone loved them.  Delphi was the boss, everyone including any dog that came to visit. She was the matriarch. Devon, well all he wanted to do was to play football (soccer) and he was damn good at it.  They are both buried at the farm that I called home for 18 years.  Bless them, they will always be in my heart.

Now my life was empty. I found myself alone. No dogs, no cats, alone. I tried to cope. Mice that now seemed to find their way into my home just didn’t fill the gap. I lasted 6 months.

And along came Seven.  That was now almost 4 years ago and what a journey we have had already and it is only just beginning.

 

 

always together

best friends