There are science-based facts about dogs, other than that they’re loyal, lovable and (sometimes) obedient:
- They know if we’re happy, sad or angry.
- They yawn when we yawn.
- They actually bond when we share a mutual gaze.
- They feel jealousy.
- They age faster than humans.
Way too fast.
My cousin Kerry, a devoted animal mom, wrote this on Facebook a year ago after losing one of her fur babies:
“No one tells you how quickly dogs age. How one day you wake up and suddenly their face is all white, how their eyes start to seem more milky than before, how you have to call their name a few more times than you used to.
“People tell you not to blink when you have children, but what about the dog who was with you before your children were even thought of? The dog who was by your side before you found the love of your life, the dog who jumped from apartment to apartment in your early 20s. No one tells you to cherish every moment you have with them.”
Then I will: Cherish your dog.
As humans, if we’re lucky, our emotional attachments mostly involve the beginning and middle of someone’s life, or the middle and end. To live with an animal is another matter. We come before them, but they usually leave us first.
The English poet Lord Byron was so devastated upon the death of his beloved Newfoundland, whose name was Boatswain, that he had this inscribed upon the dog’s gravestone: “Beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man without his vices.”
Maddie’s mother, Annie, died yesterday. She had just turned 15 in January. That’s a lot in dog years, and at this point in her canine life, Annie had lost most of her teeth and eyesight. But at 10 pounds soaking wet, she remained one tough cookie.
Some dogs, such as Labradors, love everyone the second they meet them. Annie, not so much. She was a Havanese breed, originally the national dog of Cuba, part Bichon and part Maltese. Small but mighty, most Havanese become attached and fiercely loyal to their owners, often choosing one person whom they will closely follow.
Annie’s limited circle of friends was filled with one special human: my sister Sandy. God bless her, that dog only had eyes for Sandy. Ask anybody who knew Annie – family, friends and strangers even – she was a one-person dog.
So, it isn’t cliché to say Annie left her paw prints on Sandy’s heart alone.
Hopelessly devoted to my sister, Annie didn’t give a rat’s fandango about anyone else. That includes her own flesh and blood, our dog, Madison, on the right in the main photo above taken a few years ago. (Annie’s on the left.)
When they’d see each other at family functions, Annie would sniff Maddie and then walk away, as if to say, “Yeah, I birthed you, little biatch, and taught you the basics of dog life, but my work is done here. Run along.”
Aside from Rebecca, Maddie is my favorite hello, and I know she will be my hardest goodbye.
Obviously, Maddie wasn’t a rescue and didn’t “save my life,” as some dog owners and bumper stickers tout. But she has been a godsend.
Over the past 11 years, she has made me laugh when we play ball, move my butt when I didn’t want to get off the couch, and more than once comforted my soul by allowing me to bury my tear-filled face in her fur.
I’m pretty sure it meant nothing to her, except yet another opportunity to lick me.
Back to more of my cousin’s pet wisdom:
“Cherish your dog. The one who’s been there through every breakup and every dumb fight with your best friend or spouse. That dog who slept in the bed with you when you were lonely and made you feel safe when you left home.
“Cherish your dog. Because one day you’ll take her on a walk, and she’ll start to get tired before you do, and you’ll realize just how many years she’s been walking by your side.”
RIP, dear Annie. We’ll think of you fondly every time your baby girl howls.
I’ll leave you with some words from “Song of Myself” by American poet Walt Whitman from his collection, Leaves of Grass, published in 1855:
“I think I could turn and live with animals, they’re so placid and self contain’d,
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.”
23 Comments
Glo
Nice memorial for Annie and all our pets.
Jennifer John
Thanks, Glo.🐾🌺
Joanne Skupin
Hope Maddie doesn’t miss her mom too much! As well as you two and your sister.
Jennifer John
Thanks, Jo.🐾🌺
Margie Smith
So sorry to read this about Annie. My sympathies to Maddie. (I watched the movie “The Art of Racing in the Rain” recently. Sooooooo good. Narrated by a Golden Retriever.)
Jennifer John
Thanks, Margie. That was such a great story, wasn’t it?🐾🌺
mrmiller48
What a sweet tribute to Annie, Maddie’s mom.💕
Jennifer John
Thanks, Bamz. Roxie would approve.🐾🌺
Connie
So sorry, Maddie, about your mom, Annie. Fifteen years is a long time. I lost my dog Duffy at that age, and it was like losing a child. I think about him all the time.
Jennifer John
Thanks, Con. I’ll bet Duffy had the best spaghetti ever!🐾🌺
Corky O'Reilly
She was indeed special and will be missed by her two-legged and four-legged friends and family. I can picture her turning over her water bowl so Chico couldn’t have any. I love a gal with an attitude! xoxo
Jennifer John
Thanks, sis. And Chico was so patient with her! 🙂
Maureen Dunphy
My condolences to your sister Sandy, Jen. You’ve written a lovely memorial for Annie. Have always loved that bit of “Song of Myself.” We lost our “best boy,” Baron the beagle, May 1, 2014, and I still think of him every day. He was my “writing buddy” (Taya tries) and got me up from the computer and outside moving. Hope Maddie is enjoying Florida!
Jennifer John
Thanks, MD. The little beast is being good and enjoying chasing lizards instead of squirrels! 🙂
Jessie
Well said, Aunt Jinny.❤️
Jennifer John
Thanks. I put that howling line in there for you!
Sandy Lupo
Thank you, Jinny! What a beautiful tribute to my sweet little puppy. My tears keep flowing. She is truly missed. You definitely got it right. We bonded immediately when we picked her up at the International Airport Terminal. She flew in from Canada and was terrified, shaking and trembling. I held her in my arms and welcomed her into our family, and from that moment on, Annie was my sweet little puppy dog. Thank you, Annie, for sharing 15 wonderful years with us!💗
Jennifer John
You’re so welcome, sis. Without your little Annie, there would be no Madison.❤️🐾
Elissa Driker
This is so lovely and wonderful and true! I have never cried so hard (not even when I got divorced – and there were plenty of tears) as when my beloved Cosmo died. He was my soul-dog. And I don’t care how cheesy that sounds.
Jennifer John
Not cheesy at all, my friend.🐾❤️
RoseMarie Healey
Not cheesy at all. My husband still misses our Rottie Butch after almost 15 years. They are our family.
RoseMarie Healey
Such a heartwarming story. Our animals are part of our family. We love them like our children. Sorry to hear about Annie’s passing. Another fur baby to go over the Rainbow Bridge.
Jennifer John
Thanks, RoseMarie. I think Maddie got most of her spunk from her mama.🐾❤️