If my dog isn’t welcome, I probably don’t belong there either…
Elsie was 15 years 10months. Yesterday we sent her over the rainbow bridge, back to her creator. It was our honor and privilege to care for her in her time. She is greatly missed. But so fondly remembered it’s hard to be sad!
I wanted to leave this post as a marker. We’ve been blessed recently with a range of life-lessons. Some of them documented in this /sub. Mainly, the experience leaves us with a sense of making extra space in our crowded awareness to appreciate our circumstances.
We’ve kept dogs and cats for decades. I’ve often said “If my dog isn’t welcome, I probably don’t belong there either.” This attitude is even more deeply entrenched for me now.
I brought Elsie home in my coat pocket as a newly weaned puppy. The deal was made over beers in a bar on an island in Puget Sound. She traveled many miles, visited many strange places and never once – NOT ONCE – ran off. She could not resist the temptation to bark alarm at deliveries that came to our door. She herded a dozen cats at various times. She even went bird hunting, but thanks to my lack of shooting expertise we only collected photos. In the last weeks of her time, she was observed wandering the perimeter of our place mindlessly entertained checking all of the pee-mail and other scents of birds and rodents.
This was a stellar dogs life. I have learned so very, very much from her.
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