I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?
SIR WALTER SCOTT
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother.
They had buried him under our elm tree, they said –
yet this wasn’t totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
WILLIE MORRIS, My Dog Skip
My sister Kathy and my brother-in-law Pat, who live in Long Beach, California, have three sons, now ages 20, 17 and 15 years. Yesterday Kathy told me that they just lost Maddie, their Australian shepherd of 13 years, which makes me very sad. I’m typing this with tears in my eyes. Maddie was a beautiful, smart, wonderful, patient, great dog.
Today I thought I would share some of the pictures that Kathy posted on her Facebook page today, of Maddie and the boys through the years.
Scott (today a 20-year-old college student) with a young Maddie.
Michael and friends with Maddie and friend.
Kathy says that if she had a digital camera back then
there would have been a lot more pictures like this!
Here’s what Kathy said about this photo: Brian after a hard day of play ... what every boy needs – his dinosaur, a trusty weapon, an action figure, and a good dog for a pillow!
When I told my husband about Maddie yesterday, one of the first things he said was, “Remember how she used to carry her dish around when she was hungry?”
Pretty soon she figured out that if she carried it like this, she could actually see where she was going!
A good night hug from Michael (from a few years ago; Mike is now 17)
Maddie, perfecting the art of begging. At first she was subtle ...
... in her old age, not so subtle. Here she is with my Dad on a recent trip to Long Beach.
Good-bye, Maddie ... we’ll miss you!