Willow The Best Dog There Was: March 28, 2009-March 22, 2021
The line in the song “Mr. Bojangles” always caught my heart, even before we lost Willow on my 68th birthday, one year ago: “He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about. The dog up and died; he up and died — after 20 years he still grieves.”
I am very sure, if I am blessed to have an 88th birthday, that if you ask me that day about Willow, you will bring tears to my eyes after 20 years. Don’t get me wrong, I love Dejah and our new puppy Summer, but the bond I had with Willow was once in a lifetime.
I wrote this in 2017, because I knew almost from the start that the last day was going to hurt, and I resolved to let her know, every day of her life, how loved she was. I dare say this is how we should treat everyone we love:
One hundred years from now – perhaps even five years or (heaven forbid) one year from now, this beautiful furry beast will be gone.
But she is alive and well now, and beautiful now, and so I stroke her fur and hug her and know that this unique and special life is passing through, now, in this instant.
And she can only be fully known and appreciated now.
So I stop everything and hug her.