I like dogs. I don't have any because my life isn't conducive to them sharing a home, but I like them. I have friends with dogs, and I get my doggo fix by visiting and loving on their animal family.
There are dogs, and there are Very Good Dogs. Some dogs try to human, and some dogs just don't care, and some dogs just dog so damned well it's a pleasure to know and love them. They're superlative. They set the bar high with enviable grace and ease. They're unabashedly, perfectly imperfect and even when cross with them, their hoomans can't help but smile or laugh, shrug, and love them.
There are dogs, and there are Very Good Dogs. Some dogs try to human, and some dogs just don't care, and some dogs just dog so damned well it's a pleasure to know and love them. They're superlative. They set the bar high with enviable grace and ease. They're unabashedly, perfectly imperfect and even when cross with them, their hoomans can't help but smile or laugh, shrug, and love them.
Trip was A Very Good Dog. I liked him. Sometimes, when no one was looking and so my reputation for not feeding dogs from my plate was safe, I would give him a little something - a piece of chicken skin, a tidbit of meat, or the last bit of soup or whatnot. Strictly hush-hush, of course. Reputation and all.
I let him lick me once or twice. You may not think that's a big deal, but to me it's huge. I do not let dogs lick me. It simply isn't done. Rare exceptions. Trip was one.
A few times I even invited him up on the couch with me. Shh, don't tell the others.
Trip was extremely patient with the kids, mine and his family's, even when he would have been justified in a growl, a nudge, a nip. He loved his hoomans and they loved him.
Note the past tense.
A Very Good Dog crossed the rainbow bridge today. I was honored to be there with his people as he ended his current earthly journey and left behind grieving hearts, shed his physical form and the cancer that was killing him, and went on to whatever is next.
Many people had the pleasure of knowing him. He was loved and he will be sorely missed.
His hoomans permitted me to say my blessing as he crossed. Thank you for that E and K2. I wept a little. I am not made of stone.
I say again:
Hail Trip. Hail the traveler.
May your journey to the other side be an easy one.
May you leave behind all memory of unhappiness and pain.
May you carry with you all memory of happiness and love.
May you be met with joy and fellowship by those who crossed before you.
And should you return to the circle once more, may those who loved you know and love you again.
Hail Trip.
Hail the traveler.
'Scuse me, there's something in my eye.
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