There is no beautiful prose that I can write about the passing of my companion, friend, confidante, and love. Fifteen years is a long time to spend with one so sweet, tender, and tolerant. His ears were always there to catch my tears and his eyes to sooth my soul. Without him life would have been a cold, barren journey. But, if you have (or had) a pet, you already know that. Pets love us unconditionally. Even with our flaws, morning breath, and bad moods, they forgive and accept.
Born to Rosanns Voyager and Rosanns Cinder Glo Flashdance, Rosanns Christoph William was a spirited Sheltie puppy who, in essence, chose us (see the picture below of Sparky tagging Chris). We were blessed for his choosing.
The last two weeks were tough for Sparky but he maintained his appetite, especially for munchkins. I swear, even with cataracts and deafness, he could see the brown DDs bag, and hear its rustle, long before I came into the house.In his prime, Sparky loved chasing squirrels, but never caught one. Running around the base of a tree, he would bark “for days” as the squirrel sat on the safety of a branch, thumbing its whiskers at his foolishness. Here on the river he often left the ducks alone, except when he wanted some of their bread.
My heart tells me that Sparky dog is still with me, running alongside me, barking with happiness. But I’ll miss holding him, kissing his cold nose, smelling the warmth of his fur, and feeling his head on my lap.
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Dr. Seuss
I’ll try. Blessed be :[