Tribute To The World's Best Dog
Those of us that are "dog people" know what it means to love something hairy, smelly, sometimes annoying and often demanding. We tolerate the messes, the dog food bill, the trips to the vet and dog hair in the front seat of our best car. Because we love them. It might be as close as we get to unconditional love. Other than our human babies of course....
Loving them means we get our hearts broken when they inevitably pass on before us. Today was that day for me and my family. We are shocked and deeply sad. Our beloved "Gwynne", aka. "The World's Best Dog", decided to chase a van delivering a windshield to the neighbors. I don't think the driver even knew he hit her. But she was gone in less than a moment....
I am struggling to let it sink in that she's not just out chasing the barn cat.
My oldest son doesn't remember life before our Gwynne. He was just a year old when I drove to Ogallala, Nebraska to bring home a tiny, timid puppy. She had been our constant companion since that day. Wherever we went, Gwynne went. She has slept and snored an farted in a little bed next to mine for eight and a half years.
Gwynne helped me raise three rowdy boys without EVER offering to growl or complain that her ears got pulled or Styrofoam bullets were fired at her. She loved her boys as much as they loved her. She also helped me raise two ornery pups that grew to 130 pounds each. My livestock guardian dogs still regarded her as den mother even though they are ten times her size. She taught them that "We come when we're called and we get cookies!" An invaluable lesson for sure.
Gwynne, we already miss you terribly. These next few days and weeks are going to be killers. I will look for you whenever I accidently drop an egg on the floor and when my lap is uncommonly empty at the end of each day. We love you.