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Person's Best Friend

One of my dedications in Above & Beyond Wellfeet was to my dog, Binker ("the closest to being human on four paws). She was my trusted companion when I was beginning my solo flight after my husband died. I had to say goodbye to her this summer (she was nineteen). My son and his family helped me over this horrible hurdle, Rob sitting by my side as I held Binker for the last time. This was the second time we had said goodbye together to a treasured friend.When I called Katie to tell her about Binker (this human dog was Katie and David's "first child), she said "don't worry, mom, we'll give you Sophie and we'll get a new dog". I protested-but not too much. Sophie had been chosen by Katie and her family four years earlier because she resembled Binker and they knew she would provide the comfort when the time came to say goodbye to Binker.And she has. This is she with her green frog. What is it about animals that give us comfort and companionship? Some relate--some don't. I relate. I've always had a pet for a friend. I get so attached that each time I lost one growing up, my parents issued the edict that I could not get another, because I got too emotionally attached. I begged and wheedled and they would relent. When Katie and Rob's dad and I bought our first house, the first thing we did was get a dog. Benny the Dalmation was the first "Marley". Trouble was his middle name, and we finally had to find him another home. We thought we could survive as a family without any more pets; we were wrong.Shortly after finding another home for Benny, we gave a new golden retriever puppy, "Tessie James", our home. Because our kids knew we were push overs, there was a time when we had a virtual managerie --gerbils (don't ask about their fate), and three adopted cats. One of the cats we adopted after a neighborhood child was going door to door to find a home for a kitten. Our reputation was too public.Finally, the family of pets was narrowed to a cat and Tessie and then only Tessie. She was a dog with nine lives. My children barely knew life without her until she finally got too old to live her life happily; she was almost 17 years old when we had to say goodbye. To those who cannot relate, I should explain. The pets my children had when they were growing up taught them to care about the welfare of someone other than themselves.They nursed our pets when they were sick, Tessie was a human desk on which Rob used to do his homework. Katie slept with Tessie on the living room floor for days after Tessie had been hit by a car and couldn't' climb the stairs up to her room. For me, the act of caring for someone other than myself  is still important. But I get much more than I give.Sophie knew she had big paws to fill, and she has. My children showed me enormous love when they sensed my sorrow and knew how to comfort me. Were my parents right? Do I get too attached to my pets. Yes, I do. But it's an emotional risk I'm willing to take.

5 Comments to Person's Best Friend:

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Katie on Thursday, October 11, 2012 3:19 PM
I love this post! It brings back wonderful memories of Tessie, and it makes me love Binker and Sophie all the more! It also makes me feel good about the crazy mixed up dogs I've brought into our home for the boys.
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connie on Thursday, October 11, 2012 3:46 PM
Of course, I was a bit weepy thinking about the memories. I remember so vividly the bed you put together in front of the fireplace on Croydon Road--and watching you walk Tessie with a metal plate in her bad leg. She kept stumbling--but you trained her to keep going--because the vet had warned about blood clots. And now you have Russ the Prancer--the result of your good heartedness. Now, I have the calm little hearth dog and you have the jumping as high as the moon dog. Love you, M


Joni Vetne on Saturday, October 13, 2012 5:09 AM
Our pets do teach us, don't they? This brought back so many memories of my own. I'm glad I got to meet Binker. And I'm glad you've met the Kennedys. I'm going to go hug them now.
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