Usually I write to make people think about the
possibilities of what might happen to our country. Every once in a while
however I am reminded of some of the really important things in our lives that we
have a tendency to forget. Today was such a day.
This morning when I got up and going, my sister came
to me with her phone. On the phone screen was a picture of a dog lying on an
American flag. Some of you might say that this was inappropriate, but if you
knew the owners and knew the dog you’d understand. Her name was Chiquita, and
she was a Chihuahua. Perhaps one of the most beautiful dogs of her breed, and a
dog that would protect the people she owned with her life if needs be. She also
happened to be the mother of my dog “Buzzy Bear”, so I guess you could say that
I knew her almost as well as her people did. When Buzzy was a puppy you could
see the love she had for him. Not just the instinctual love that all animals
have for their off spring, but a different kind of love. Her people made
several attempts to give the puppies away, but for some reason Chiquita would
always growl and snap at them as if she knew that they weren’t the people for
her puppies. I was one of the fortunate ones when I came over to look at the
pups. At the time I had no intention of obtaining a puppy and I guess some how
she knew it. But she also knew that I needed one, and she had selected Buzzy
for me. We’ve been together ever since.
As dogs go, she was one of a kind. She died at the
age of twelve years. Certainly not enough time in this world, but it is old age
for small dogs. My Buzzy just turned nine and my wife’s dog Poncho, also
Chiquita’s son, just turned ten. My wife is now worried that Poncho will dies
at twelve and I have to admit that I’m a little worried also. It’s odd how
attached we become to them. How important they become to us in our lives. Buzzy
was her gift to me. Somehow she knew that I would need him, and I did.
Over the years he became a sounding board when I was
alone. When things were really bad he would force me to play with him until I
laughed. Late at night he would cuddle with me and give me licks to let me know
that he cared. Somehow Chiquita knew that I would need him and that he would
need me.
Chiquita, may you run in fields of tall grass
chasing bunnies and butterflies. May you drink from brooks of clean clear
water, and may you cuddle in the lap of the lord when you are tired, and feel
his love as you were love here on earth. You will be missed and we love you.
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