Today is the kind of day when it's difficult to post something. I was going to just skip it altogether, but then I figured if I used today as a release, well then maybe we might all learn a little something.
So, deep breath, here goes...
Georgie was our unique"middle" dog. He was also a loveable lunatic. We got him shortly after Champ and I were married, as a friend for Sterling (while she loved him, she would snort at that).
He was the type of dog who barreled through life, fought to sleep under the covers and never clearly understood why the actions he chose to do were usually wrong.
If George would escape, it was a given we could lure him back to the house by laying out a stick of butter in the yard.
(Sterling's 13th birthday party)
When Trot appeared in our life (we hadn't really been looking for a third pit bull), all three of the dogs hit it off wonderfully, but Trot and Georgie had a special "boy bond" going on. George taught Trot how to hunt for frogs. Trot tried to teach George how to behave in public.
Trot had Georgie in his life for less than a year and while George knew my pregnant belly, he passed away unexpectedly before he could meet Bear.
I was devastated. I was also 8 months pregnant.
This picture is from Memorial Day two years ago. It's the last photo I have of him. Some of my dearest friends were gathered for the weekend and the hours were filled with giggles and laughter and children representing the beginnings of new families.
Georgie passed away on the final night, peacefully in his sleep and I would swear to you that knowing his passage was at hand (even if we didn't) he chose that memory-filled weekend to say his goodbyes. It was comfortable and he was among those he loved.
Why oh why am I telling you this?
Well first off, congrats for continuing to read. You must be an animal lover because anyone else would have called me (not George) the lunatic and signed off already. They're entitled to that, but me? To say pets are important to me is an understatement.
Animals have their place in my life: I'm grateful for the animals who nourish me with food, but I'm indebted to the pets who have nourished my soul. Pets like George.
This week, three, count them three, souls of canines I've known have passed on. Some might say "such gibberish TJ, they were just dogs", but Georgie was never "just a dog" and to be sure, neither were Kahlua, Leo or T.
If you're still here with me You Know. You're pulling your iguana or rabbit close or snuggling with the dog eared picture of your late horse. You Know.
"A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them." - Mary Oliver, from "Her Grave"
Fare thee well Kahlua, Leo and T
and Georgie- the lessons of adjustment, God's will and perseverance that you taught me from beyond the grave are strengths I would never have learned had it not been for you. I miss you old friend.