Today one of my favourite people in the world is crying. Her fuzzy best friend of thirteen years has left this world and gone to where good dogs go. There are a lot of Menagh dogs there but one in particular will be very happy to see his buddy, Jack.
Just before we moved to Hope, we had to let Steve go - he became ill very suddenly but nothing prepared us for how determined he was to stay with us. We were at the vet’s office, sitting on the floor with Steve Moose Menagh as end-of-life medication was administered. The vet was amazed at how long he stayed with us....and eventually, became too tired to resist and headed away.
I don't know what happens after life with dogs but I can’t believe they cease to exist. Of all the animals in creation, dogs are the ones that love you completely. They are always happy to see you and their joy is seen from the tip of the wagging tail to end of the wiggly wet nose.
Jack was part of the Roberts/Hootz family. He was a pretty senior dog by many standards. At thirteen, he had grown up with Trish and Derren. He had a double bark - as if one woof was not enough to say what he had to say, and we alway got a chuckle of saying, “Hi Jack” across the fence as if it the it was one word.
Jack had been known to eat underwear and socks. He didn't like to walk on the kitchen floor. One of his favourite toys was the large yellow Tonka truck he used to push around the back yard. His nose change from pink to black depending on the season.
Watching Jack’s friend, Trish, suffer now because he is no longer with her brings tears to my eyes. And yet what she is experiencing now, I am as well. When you love deeply, you hurt deeply. And so Trish, you are close to my heart this evening and you will be in the days and weeks to come. The pain is unbearable but the last thirteen years make it worth the struggle. Jack’s paw print will be on your heart for the rest of your life.
Brian and I love you very much, Trish Roberts.
“It’s just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn’t it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.” – John Grogan
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