It's been two weeks since we lost our English Bulldog "Grace", my constant companion of the past 11 years. She didn't require much, other than when I made my frequent pilgrimages to the "hunting shack" in the Blue Ridge mountains, she had to go! She loved swimming in the New River and tromping those hills. She'd begin a mournful howl from the first clue, typically me pulling on my hiking boots or filling the ice chest. She wouldn't let up until I gave in a loaded her fat a** in my truck.
Grace beat the longevity odds for the breed when she made it past 10 years. They're heavy dogs with weak "tickers" and often a myriad of other health issues, all of which she was blessedly spared. My wife, who affectionately referred to her sprawling mass as "floor art", ultimately admitted that other than her constant snoring and frequent gastrointestinal rumblings, she was a credit to the canine kingdom. It was also she that observed that Grace seemd to "hold on" until she could get back to those hills one last time. She'd been "losing a step" for a year or so, and in the end her old body just gave out. On Easter Saturday, I noticed she was having trouble keeping up. By evening, her legs were wobbly and it was a struggle for her to stand. There was no sign of distress or pain, only increasingly shallow breaths and quiet resolve. I monitored and petted her all night. We were a hundred miles from emergency clinics, that ultimately could have done nothing. At 5:00 AM she staggered to the door to go out into the unseasonably frigid night. Animals seem to have an innate sense when their time comes, born I suppose of some primordial instinct for the weak to unburden the pack and lead predators away. When she didn't return, I found her lying in the ditch across the road and brought her back into the warm, where she hung on until dawn and passed.
So the prayer here is for all of us, that we would live more like Grace, simply and selflessly. Adore those you love without reservation, blind to their flaws. Cherish good company to keep. Eat, drink, and sleep with gusto, and be absolutley obsessive about your "dirt time"! Oh, and know where that final journey will lead, so you can take it without regret! RIP Grace....you're gone but not forgotten.