Showing posts with label Misty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Misty. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

I believe in dog.

Running behind and no time has become my standard state of affairs these days. So I thought I'd share something I wrote recently in response to a blog post over at Dogster.com. The post posed the question "Are dogs the new kids?"

Personally, I don't view my dogs as my children. Yes, I light-heartedly call myself mommy and refer to Jan as daddy but I don't honestly think Bella is my child. You might even still catch me using the word "owner" in relation to my dogs although I don't really believe one can 'own' a living being.

But not thinking my dog is a child does not, in any way, diminish her worth in my eyes. Dogs are dogs and children are children and each life has value intrinsic to itself. In fact, and here's what I wanted to share:

I believe dogs are a representation of just about every human relationship we will ever know.

As puppies, they are like children: in need of our care, our guidance, our support.

As they mature, they become more like our partners and spouses: someone we have chosen to share our life with through good times and bad, accepting them for all their faults and foibles.

And finally, as they age, they begin to represent our parents: we learn to come to terms with watching them lose their vitality and cope with their failing health. We begin to prepare ourselves for loss and a life without them.

No, my dog is not my child. But she's none the-less for being my dog.

For those of you in the know, yes, this image has been altered to protect the not exactly innocent.
Let's keep that our little secret, okay?

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Good night, sweet girl

It's Saturday so today's post should have featured a dog in need of rescue. Instead it will feature a dog that was rescued almost 16 years ago. One who had a long and wonderful life with my mom and dad and made her journey to the Bridge yesterday.

Misty and her "fuzzy fur feet"

Dad found Misty being given away in a box at a local park almost 16 years ago. The story goes that the person giving the pups away was just going to leave Misty there in the box if he didn't take her (at least that's what he told mom when she asked him if he was insane upon bringing her home.)

Misty, as a puppy, meets Sam...
and Beau...
and Tommy.
Misty was a good girl. She never really learned how to play but she loved her afternoon walks. 

I've never seen a dog so in love with being outside...
or with her cat, Snowflake.
Run free now, Misty.
Dad's waiting to walk you at the Bridge.


Rest in peace, sweet girl. You will be missed.