Mar 17 2014

The Gift

Published by at 6:09 am under Dogs,Family,Memories


Visiting the prisoner

When Dad returned to his native England – about a dozen miles from where he grew up – he brought his muttley dog Jesse with him. He knew that Jesse was facing six months of jail, aka quarantine (which I think has now been abolished), but there was no way he was leaving his beloved companion of nine years behind him. Prison was the lesser of two evils.

When the time came to take Jesse home, he went so crazy at the sight of his leash and collar that it took about 20 minutes before he calmed down enough to get it on him and off to the leafy glades of Wimbledon, where he lived out his remaining days like a king. Dad always said he had a deal with Jesse that he expected five years from him, considering the cost of quarantine, and Jesse lived up to his end of the bargain. When Dad died, his ashes were scattered under the same tree as Jesse’s, so they are still together.

Megan definitely inherited Dad’s love of dogs along with his science gene. With her love and care, Star has blossomed, and in the three months she has had Stella as a foster dog, she has come a long way. Just yesterday, she passed her Canine Good Citizenship test:

The fact that it happened on Dad’s birthday eve made it even more special to me. I know he’d be proud and happy. Happy birthday, Dad. We love you.

Always.

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2 Responses to “The Gift”

  1. Joyon 17 Mar 2014 at 3:02 pm

    This is really a lovely Blog. You & your sister have so much to be proud of – not to mention that brother of yours.

    jx

  2. Guyon 18 Mar 2014 at 3:47 am

    One can always remember the best of a person from the way they loved and cared for animals and family while they lived on this earth, I can feel the love that your Dad left behind as he now looks upon his loved ones from the spirit world.