MIAGD: Make it a great day
“Animals share with us the privilege of having a soul.” – Pythagoras
Just after midnight, we finished burying Flanagan in the back yard beneath the elevated bird bath that is used to hold baskets of draping foliage and flowers.
I returned to the deck and something was missing in my view: three faces staring back at me from the storm door’s window. Typically, I would be suspicious knowing they were up to something, and with Harrigan as a semi-co-leader of the canine trio that is always entirely possible.
The Girls, Bailey and Harrigan, were on the bed in the guest bedroom. Harrigan’s eyes were not expressive and I detected some fear. Bailey, for the first time in nearly four years, was not wiggling; her tail between her legs, her head bowed, and quite calm upon my touch.
And Chief… this lovable hunk of 90-100 lbs was in my study curled up near my desk.
Chief was still a puppy when Logan, my cat of 17 years, passed away. Still, he reacted with sorrow and sympathy. While Logan’s towel wrapped body lay on the deck as I prepared her grave, Chief sat at a stiff attention, guarding the pal that never cared for the pups. And it was this same loving, attentive companion who stayed by Flyer’s side throughout her final illnesses. Five months after Flyer’s death, Chief laid next to his sister, Navi, as the veterinarian administered the injection to allow her to sleep. As we exited the clinic in an unseasonably warm December thunderstorm, Chief let out a heart-wrenching cry… Joshua, Chief and I sat on the curb to the parking lot in the pouring rain, hugging Chief and joining him in an ensemble of sorrow.
Flanagan was his fourth pal-loss, a member of his pack whom he loved and served as a fur-lined mattress.
The dogs were already upstairs when I prepared for bed. Chief went directly to his bed. Bailey in a corner curled up and revealing her black, heart-shaped marking. Harrigan was under the covers of the bed.
I walked over to Chief for our nightly hug-fest and he was shaking, his eyes filled with tears. I lay down, snuggling with him, reassuring him until his shaking stopped and he was ready to commence with his nightly cleaning ritual.
A short while later I discovered Bailey had moved over to snuggle with Chief. It broke my heart. The happiest of all The Haasienda’s creatures looked so sad. Chief provided her the comfort she sought.
This morning The Girls charged downstairs to the empty crate. They searched in all the rooms. Outside, the trio returned to the familiar as they feverishly scoured the yard for intruding squirrels and bunnies.
But what brought the first sound of laughter and familiarity was Chief as he hiked his leg and anointed the elevated bird bath.
Rest in peace, dear little Flanagan… know you are loved…
I have been blessed with some of the most loving pets my entire life. They’re my kids. I feel honored to carry on the paramount, loving task assigned to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, looking after and caring for all God’s creatures.