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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.”

2020, year of change and a sad goodbye

2020, year of change and a sad goodbye

2020. The year when the world changed.

Living in Tepoztlan, Mexico gave me a rather unique view of what was unraveling around the world. Tucked in a valley only 2 hours south of Mexico City reading and watching what was transpiring because of COVID seemed surreal. Countries were in lock down. Flights were cancelled. Masks became mandatory. Vaccinations were recommended by health authorities. Businesses were forced to close. Life would never be the same. We seemed relatively untouched by this pandemic that the world now faced. It should be noted that Mexico never closed it’s border to visitors, the doors were always open if you could find a way here due to cancellations by the airlines. Slowly the number of deaths associated with the virus were on the rise in Mexico. Do not misunderstand me here, I am sad for many people who lost their loved ones but the forced restrictions which forever changed many people lives should never have happened.

I was due to depart from Mexico in March as my 180 day visa would expire but was unable due to absolutely zero flights to Canada. And even crazier entry rules into Canada which were INSANE. I had to be vaccinated even before considering booking any flight when they became available. One needs to ask if all the restrictions, the collapsing of day to day life had any real affect on stopping the virus. For example: the 3-foot rule – stand at least 3 feet from any person in public. Well that’s great. Line up to get on your flight with your mask on. Then you are loaded into a metal tube and are seated beside a complete stranger. One must keep a mask on during flight BUT you can remove it to eat or drink?! In hindsight, I would say no it did not. Yes the vaccinations prevented many people from succumbing to the virus but it also as reports are now being written did more harm than good to many people. If I could turn the clock back, I would not have taken the vaccine. I would hunker down, brave the storm and perhaps live forever in Mexico. Both my roommate and I became sick – a 24/48 really bad flu. Was it COVID? Yes we think it was although we were never tested. BUT, I cannot turn the clock back, so I had to do what was demanded so I could travel.

Life continued in Tepoztlan. Because of the climate in Mexico, many restaurants are outside with less restrictions so it made it easier to meet up with friends for a weekly catch-up. Never while facing this pandemic did I feel threatened. Some friends were more cautious than others but we never stopped livin’ the dream. One cannot live in fear but many did. Literally a total fuck-up.

That said for the next nine months until I could fly again, I became engrossed in my garden. I wanted to cover as much as possible with local plants that have proven to survive the climate here. My roommate was amazed at the transformation and gladly brought home all sorts of succulents for me to plant. Teaching the dogs to stay out of the newly planted garden though was a challenge. Seven knew better as he had a few years with me in Ontario and learned not to touch mum’s garden. The others knew it was a big no-no to dig but they just could not help themselves. One would think with almost an acre of land there would be plenty of places to dig but no, they had to help mum. With perseverance and determination though my garden started to take shape. Stella did have her favourite place to lay and I could not stop that. Perhaps she was making sure no critters would get beyond her ever watchful eye and enter the house!

Spot moved to Helen’s house in late January. Poor Helen. Helen is a cat lady although she loved her dog who recently passed, it had been awhile since she had a puppy so this was a whole new game for her. Spot was happy. Helen’s cats not so much. She gave it her best, but Spot did come back to the roost, more on that later.

spot – where am i now?

Zero and Six were easily settling into the routine at Ixcatapec. Stella loved the fact she had dogs her size to play with and play they did. Border collies traditionally and normally do not “play” with other dogs. They will tolerate their existence but they really are loners. My beautiful Delphi & Devon grew up together and enjoyed each other but never played together like you see a lot of dogs do. Seven is no different. He is tolerant with all the dogs but never plays with them, except when Stella first arrived. He had his own thing going, his frisbee. That did not stop Six trying though. They have their moments and all the dogs know that if Seven speaks, he means business. He hardly ever barks but when he does, all of us are on high alert.

Eight was never really happy about the puppies. In fact I would say she disliked them immensely. Eight was a Belgian Shepherd and a beautiful one with a wonderful personality. Sadly we started to see a decline in Eight’s health. She was eating just fine but her weight loss was very concerning. There was a mass on her head that appeared to be getting larger. Fabian called the vet, it was time. Jose came to the house to examine her (I love my Mexican vets) and the last thing he wanted to do was to euthanize her. But upon seeing her, it was the only choice. Fabian was distraught. He had saved her from an awful situation and now had to face her passing. Eight fought hard and clung to life as long as she could but finally her body was in no more pain. All the dogs after she passed came to say good bye. Here is the video of their good-bye. Now you tell me that dogs don’t have emotions? I say you are a liar and have no idea. We buried her in the garden with enough for her to present herself to the gods. Eight you were a beauty and I am glad that I was able to spend time with you while you were here. Run free now forever.

beautiful eight
saying good bye to eight
spring 2019

spring 2019

Springtime. Who doesn’t like it, wherever you are in this world. It’s a time for growth and new beginnings. And a new beginning was unfolding for the 3 S’s (Seven, Stella and I). When I returned home from my brief visit to Canada for mum’s birthday, I was excited to get back into my routine. A routine of doing what I want, when I want, basically livin’ the dream. Which I did. There is always something going on if one wants to participate. I had become selective and even that filled my days. There were special cakes to bake, flowers to plant, dogs to play with, zentangling to do, weekly jaunts to town to catch up on gossip over wine and beer, parties to go to and visits from friends. Life is never dull in Ixcatepec.

What I was not expecting was a proposal from Fabian, the water guy, Siete’s dad. No, not a marriage proposal, read on. As I have said, my house is big and there are three bedrooms, with a big kitchen, dining room and living room sitting on almost an acre of land with just me, Seven and Stella, our little piece of paradise. Fabian asked if he could take one of the bedrooms and all expenses would be split down the middle. Now I have lived by myself with my dogs and cats for the past 25 years and kinda set in my routines, so the thought of having a roommate needed some thought, some serious thought. He works hard, 8 to 10 hours a day, 6 days a week purifying water and delivering the same so he would not be in my way and damn I could even think of saving some money. What a novel idea, saving money, livin’ the dream and perhaps even learn to converse in Spanish other than the basic get by words. It did not take me long to think about it and I suddenly I had new roomies – Fabian, Siete and Tai. Springtime is full of changes.

Seven has always liked his frisbee, loves to play catch and create circles. Stella was catching on that if she returns the toy, it gets thrown again but her favourite thing was to run around like a mad women hoping Seven would play chase. Not his thing. Now Siete, all she wanted to do was grab every toy, take them and guard them. So I had to make a toy box and keep it out of reach of the dogs other wise all the toys would be lost somewhere in the garden. They are not expensive, that was not my concern. It was the lack of availability in Tepoztlan. It’s getting better but still very limited. I did in the past do very little if any shopping online which changed a great deal when I moved to Mexico. Hardly a game breaker having to buy the dogs toys on line but there was no PetSmart round the corner. I could deal with that. Tai, the cat settled upstairs away from the dogs, well mainly Stella because she would chase her and that would start Siete doing the same. Seven, no problem. He had grown up with cats and had learnt how to respect them and give them their space.

I have mentioned before that Stella is an escape artist supreme and a gypsy at heart. It was only after my return home that Fabian told me the tale of when Stella escaped and he went running like a bat out of hell after her. He feared telling me while I was visiting mum as he knew it would really upset me which of course it would of. The perimeter of the yard had to be checked on a regular basis to see if there were any escape routes. I thought all was secure. Then one morning I heard Stella and her frantic cries for help. She had made it over the wall to the neighbour’s yard where they had 5 german shepherds and a pug who all attacked anyone and anything that came uninvited into their space. She made it out but was hurting and there was no way to get her over the fence Luckily Fabian had not yet left for work and we managed to rescue her. But a trip to the vet was necessary. Poor girl had multiple wounds and had to wear the collar of shame. We found where she escaped and quickly fixed that exit. Now it was necessary to thoroughly check all the time. No other dog but Stella tried to get out and I did not want to loose my Stella.

Fabian is an animal lover like myself. One night he tells me the tale of this dog who would probably end up in some really bad place, and asked if he could bring her home. I was reluctant but I caved. Why not? There was ample space for another dog. So welcome Eight to our fold. She really is a big beautiful baby. When Seven was little there was one word I used to get him from moving his body so I could sit down – OFF. All the new dogs had to learn that word. When I said OFF to one of the newbies so I could sit down, Seven was right there making sure they obeyed. He would not hurt them but they all knew instinctively, oh shit guess I better get off. I’m sure Seven thought, hey I had to learn it, its your turn now! There was one day in particular I wanted to sit down on the sofa and relax. There was no space for me. OK I said the word rather loudly and all 4 dogs not only got down off the sofa but exited the room. Don’t get me wrong, they are allowed on the couch, on the bed, in my lap but they gotta learn that mama is the boss, well mostly.

eight

There is so much to buy in Tepoztlan as far as art work or little things to brighten up your space. One has to be careful though. Many of the items that are on sale in the market are not from locals or even Mexico – they are from China or India. This piece though is special as it was made by my dear friend Pascal and it found a perfect spot in the house. The flying lion.

The climate in Mexico is home to a wide variety of bugs and many will find their way inside your home. I don’t kill them. I find away to move them safely to the garden and as far away from the house as possible, except scorpions. Sorry they just give me the creeps, so if one gets in my path, I show no mercy. Mostly though they disappear out of sight. I learnt to never walk barefoot, check my bed and shake my clothes. It becomes a natural habit after awhile.

Life continues in my little piece of paradise. It is expanding and life is good.