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Not Just a Pet - A Tribute To My Dear Friend
I have never know a sweeter Soul, than my precious Snoopy.
She was a Rotweiler, I purchased from a biker, who was
separating from his girlfriend. He couldn’t look after
the dog anymore. Snoopy had a hard life before I got her.
Her previous owner had kept her in line with a heavy hand.
In spite of this she was a self assured, no nonsense dog.
She was dominant, and opinionated.
She either liked a person, or didn’t.
At the same time she was always loving, and sweet toward me.
Snoopy loved to go for walks, up and down a
nearby mountain side. We would walk for at
least an hour every day. Her passion was digging up
Rock squirrel burrows, and shoving her face forcefully
into snow banks, sniffing out secret scents.
Snoopy could understand many English words and
Sentences. Often she acted on what was asked, or said.
All I had to do was ask her if she wanted to go for a walk,
to get her all excited. She was off and running for the door.
Snoopy could communicate effectively, by whines,
gestures, and head movements. Sometimes it seemed
we had a telepathic link, between us. I would be aware
when she wanted to go outside, even when I was sleeping.
Some how I would wake up to help her out. Life was good until the cancer came. She had tumors
all over her body. Snoopy battled it.
We still went on our daily walks. But now she became
tired very easily. Often we would stop, in a grassy
area for her to rest and eat some grass.
Dogs seem to know grass is a medicine when they
feel sick. Often I would help Snoopy pick grass,
and feed the green blades to her.
Some days the rest stops were longer than the
time spent walking.
We tried to live as normal a life as possible. Snoop did not fade away.
Her end came relatively suddenly.
In her last days she couldn’t keep food or water down.
I woke up her last morning, with her choking violently.
She died in my hands, as I tried to clear her throat.
It is good her suffering has ended;
but she loved life so much on her good days, when she felt
well. She loved exploring the mountain side were she lived.
Knowing this, I laid her to rest under a tree where,
we had often gone on our walks.
Snoopy should feel at home on her mountain.
How do you make peace with the ghosts in your life?
The world is so empty with out my beloved Snoopy.
My hope is that in reading this, she will come alive,
Just a little, in your mind, for a short time. |
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