I unpacked box after box looking for it. I forgot to grab
his small wooden case off the bookshelf and I have spent the last several weeks
agonizing over whether or not his ashes would arrive safely in their new home. Finally, after a 2,000 mile commute and the
unpacking of 280 boxes I have his urn in my hands. Tears fill my eyes at an overwhelming rate as
memories of my dear friend flood back to me.
Then a new reality strikes me. I will never again walk
through a room he filled. I will never be able to retrace the steps of his
favorite walk or visit his favorite park. I have been completely separated from
any place he touched physically in this world. Now all I have is what he
imprinted upon my heart, what he taught me through his example and a few
behaviors which he left me conditioned with.
I still jump
anticipating his bark at the sound of fireworks and garbage trucks. Then I feel
a little let down when I don’t hear his ferocious growl. Every time I
experience the fireworks and then the letdown I begin to remember his fear of
the kitchen timer and the cell phone that I had to replace because the alarm on
it scared him so. He eventually outgrew his fear of the timer and cellphone but
barked at the garbage truck until the day he died. I laugh thinking of all the ways he could
challenge an individual’s leadership but take great pride in knowing he seldom
attempted those antics with me.
Yes, I still miss my friend but I am moving forward. My pack has increased to three and a
kitten. I often say it has taken three
of them to fill the void Dutch has left. That is a lie. I miss my friend and
wish desperately he could join me in my new home. I think how he would love the yard and the
rabbits. I miss feeling his head on my foot at dinner and his gentle presence
always near me. To say that my three
either individually or as a pack could replace my dear friend belittles the
impact he had on my life.
I spent a little over
a decade with this guy. He helped me realize how passionate I am about dogs. He
challenged my abilities as a behaviorist. He challenged my patience and forced
me to practice what I preached. This
creature taught me through his example about loyalty and unconditional love. The things I learned from him are forever
cherished in my heart.
He helped me to understand that we are dynamic ever changing
creatures. Our edges smooth over time. As we age we let go of the little things
like the kitchen timers and the annoying cell phone alarm but continue to chase
the fireworks and garbage trucks. We
make a point to leave an impression on others.
This impression is not contained by time or space and is certainly not
sequestered in a little pine box. We are
designed to impact others beyond the physical space we occupy.
The impression Dutch left with me gave me the confidence to
rescue. His influence was the premise for me to develop a multitude of behavior
management skills. These skills are the reason why I can confidently handle a
pack of three now. Although there is no
trail here that we have physically walked together he has paved the way for me to
impact many lives.
The small wooden box
serves as a reminder of all that I have lost but the dogs surrounding my chair
are proof of all that I have gained because of him. My heart quickly changes
from being full of sadness to being filled with gratitude for all which his
influence has allowed me to gain. I run
my fingers over the small wooden box which contains Dutch’s physical remains
and a sense of peace finally replaces the agony I once felt.
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