Twelve years ago....November 22, 2008 to be exact....our dog passed away suddenly. His name was Special....and he was. I moped around for a few days after Special died....and to get my mind off of him I thought that I would write something on whatever this thing was that I heard about called a blog....thus the name Special Dog. A few months later we rescued a beautiful little Golden Retriever....and named him Grover. We had to put Grover to sleep today....and I held him as he passed....and I'm writing this to get my mind off of him. That doesn't make any sense does it?
My wife likes dog movies. If one comes out at the theater....based on a book that she read....I'll ask her...."does the dog die?".....and if she says 'yes'....I won't go. I don't know what it is about dogs and me? Maybe it's that I spend time with that dog just about every day of my life.....except when we go on vacation....where I just worry.This dog here never did a bad thing in his life. His favorite thing was barking at other dogs....just barking. He loved going to the kennel....and they loved him. Jeremiah was a Golden before Special....and was even more mellow than Grover. One day as I was taking a nap on the couch.....I looked over....and there he was facing me....with a whole loaf of bread in his mouth.....as if saying...."is it ok if I eat this?" He died laying by my side.
Special was another story altogether. No one could keep him for he escaped all the time. We brought him home and he tore a window curtain....and then immediately ran upstairs to do his business on our bed....and he escaped all the time until he felt comfortable here. We took him to the kennel for the first time.....and warned that he's an escape artist....they laughed and said that they'll put a lock on his door. When we returned he was fine....but the kennel owner said that he somehow escaped the door with the pad lock on it.....then escaped the building somehow.....and was just about to escape the whole fenced in kennel grounds when they caught him.
Every time that I put the key in the front door I could see Grover looking up at me. I would normally look around now to see where he is laying....except I know he's no longer here. A good friend died last night....a Christian brother....I know where he is at. With a dog it is all emotion.....but with a person....though the emotion is even stronger.....it is transcended by the soul's destination. With a dog it is....'I lost my friend'.....but with a person it is that....but also.....'where did my friend go?'
