Some days aren’t so sunny around these parts. Yesterday we lost my dear pal Tally dog, and my whole being was engrossed in clouds. She was very old, and had a good long life, but that’s no condolence to me. On her final day she was unable to stand on her own, so putting her to sleep was the humane thing to do. She’s better off for it. Still, that doesn’t make me feel any better.
What always made me feel better in times of sorrow was resting my face on Tally’s thick, furry, block head. My cheek and her head were a perfectly matched set of puzzle pieces. She was the first dog I ever thought of as “mine”. She was the first dog I really made a personal commitment to.
I’m totally devastated.
Dogs are miraculous. They teach you and mold you in ways you never even realize. What Tally gave to me was her joyful spirit. When she was happy she wagged her tail. When she was nervous she wagged her tail. When she was in pain she wagged her tail, and when she was agitated she still wagged her tail. She approached every situation with joy first, and adapted from there. More often then not, joy worked, and no adaptation was required. She was truly the happiest dog I’ve ever known.
“Joy is the simplest form of gratitude” –Karl Barth
Yesterday morning she knocked out two final tail wags, and she was gone.
Happy until the very end. Grateful for the life she had, not the fact that it was ending. She was my idol. I’ll miss you sweet friend.