Goodbye to My Best Friend

We are thinking now of a dog, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought.

….If a dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing is lost--if memory lives.

But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury the dog in this spot, he will come to you when you call--come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by [his] footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth knowing.

The one best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his guardian.

Adapted from If a Dog Be Well Rembered
Ben Hur Lampman, The Portland Oregonian, Sept. 11, 1925

I Am Still Fighting

It has been seven weeks since my surgery and I am still fighting my cancer. I've had three rounds of chemo and have come through each with flying colors. I still chase the skirlies and beg to go outside. You can read all about my journey with cancer at http://goldendreams.org

Keep praying for me!

Cancer

I had an 8 pound tumor and my spleen removed on December 12. I feel so much better and now act like I did when I was a puppy. Sadly though, I have Hermangiosarcoma, the one cancer without a cure. I begin chemo this week, even though you wouldn't know it by looking at me.

Please wish me luck and say a prayer.

Red Sox Rule

I am not a really emotional kinda pupper, but I barked up a storm last night when my Red Sox won the world series. I chase birds too, so I figured it was a good sign! I wore my lucky Red Sox scarf and the Red Sox collar I always have on.

My folks jumped up and down and cried. I barked and howled.

Red Sox Rule!!! Rarooooooo!