Mr B and Teddy, June 2014
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I found a bunch of pictures that to this point I couldn’t look thru and even now two years later it hurts so much. I remember that whole day, evening, so clearly.
I could write paragraphs but the best tribute is to say he was a great dog that changed my life for the better.
Today would have been Mr B’s 13th birthday.
I miss him terribly. I think about him every day. To say those things doesn’t even begin to touch upon how I feel. Sitting here writing this the tears are starting to burn and he’s been gone almost two years.
He came into my life when I wasn’t specifically looking for a dog; I had no experience with either a senior dog or a deaf dog. Surrendered to the shelter because he was ‘too difficult to care for’ he was by far the easiest dog I’ve ever had. After bringing him home there was no adjustment period for anyone, it was like he’d always been a part of the family. He loved his family, both human and dog, walks and car rides, cheeseburgers and fries…all with equal Big B enthusiasm. Every afternoon he’d wander off to either my bedroom or the deck room for a long nap. Waking up he’d discover he was alone and bark: a single, deep, large dog woof! Every day that made me smile and it was a very long time before I stopped expecting to hear that.
The most important thing I learned from Mr B was to make time for the dogs. I take pictures and more videos now, even if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. The housework and laundry will always be there; the tv show can wait. So when Teddy wants to go outside yet again, when Doodle does her wiggle dance for some scratches I do stop and take the time, make those things happen: The only thing wrong with dogs is that they can’t live forever.
Mr B outlived the time he was given when first diagnosed but of course it’s never enough. Even with arthritis, a quickly growing brain tumor, and finally respiratory distress he didn’t complain, didn’t ask for anything. In the world of dogs he was a gentleman; to me he was an incredibly special gift.
The dogs have a big collection of shirts, hoodies, sweaters, and collars but I don’t dress them up for Halloween, no particular reason. So these are older pics, I have no idea where we got the witch hat. It had no strap so getting any decent pics was a quick balancing act. I think Cricket’s ‘bad dog’ costume was on clearance at Target. She was very young when this photo was taken and I remember it was a wrestling match getting the shirt on her and after she acted like she could no longer walk or even stand. Happy Halloween 🎃
For this week’s Discover challenge, let’s focus on memory. In any medium you choose (text, photography, ink, watercolor, oil paints, collage….) recall an event, experience, or object that holds special meaning for you.
I received the email with this challenge early in the morning and the first idea that came to mind was Mr B’s last day. Almost a year and a half ago but I remember it very, very clearly…