October 20, 1999-December 16, 2013
He had a nice walk this morning, fresh snow (his favorite), and then while he took a nap, I snapped a few photos of him sleeping, such a good dog, the best of good boys. He's been slipping away from me slowly for quite some time, at the most, for two years since we suspected that he had a brain tumor. Other than this suspicion, I've watched the aging process do its thing to my old friend who has been with me since he shyly tip-toed into my yard one spring day twelve years ago, smelling like skunk and needing someone to look after him...a needy type.
His former owners no longer wanted him, they gave him away to us, saying he was an "escape artist"...well, he never ran away from us, we paid attention to him, we didn't forget about him. He was with me every day, I walked him, talked to him, worked in the garden with him nearby, photographed the wonders that I found on our one acre of the world during our walks, and he was there while I wrote my novels in their early drafts, his steady and quiet presence always there, waiting, watching my every move, always patient...he learned that the sound of my thumb drive connecting with my laptop meant that we will be going for a walk soon, so he'd jump up, ears perked and tail wagging.
|He loved the snow|
|sniffing for baby bunnies|
|Because of thunderstorms, he would hide in the bathroom, bunching up the rugs to create a bunker for hiding in...|
|Sniffing for stories|
|He made doggy snow angels...|
|He loved his cats...|
|...and they loved him...Tiggy-Pooh especially...|
|Max in the daisies...|
|He really did not like having his picture taken...|
|...and because of his being so camera shy, I have a lot of pictures of the back of his head...|
|Watching the world go by...|
|The best of good boys!|
Rest in peace old friend...