friend Reba left this world today. While she was the closest
thing to a child that I will probably ever experience, contrary to what
some people may think, I never lost sight of the fact that she was still
a dog, but a damn cool dog. Lassie she was not, Rin Tin Tin, Astro, not
even close. Benji, Eddie or Murray, negative. In fact she was not all
that bright and chose to ignore me whenever it was even remotely
possible. But she did love me, with that unconditional love that only
an animal can provide.
For those that know me well, no, I did not stuff her and put a clapper
in her tail as I always threatened. Nor did I freeze her body parts for
cloning. I chose a path of normalcy for a change and had her cremated.
My petless friends must be wondering, what in the world is this all
about, she was just a dog, and you have probably stopped reading. But
for those of you that have been gifted by the presence of a special
friend, you understand my need for closure and a small tribute to this
buddy that out lasted every man in my life and was much more fun and
easy to be with.
For more than fourteen years that dog was still excited every time she
saw me. She would sit for hours on end in my car, certain I would
always come back, but leave her alone for fifteen minutes in our home
and she would reek mayhem and destruction with her three short little
legs. She spent a large part of her life in a special bag and once
inside she knew silence was essential. She had more illegal frequent
flyer miles than most people I know and on one trip I snuck her onto
five different airplanes. She attended midnight mass at Christmas and
was slung over my shoulder as I shook hands with the bishop. She stayed
at Hyatts and Hiltons, and learned to pee in the bathtub when we were on
the 18th floor and I was too tired to sneak her out in the middle of the
She asked for very little and never complained. I didn't save for a
college education; my old car was always good enough; her favorite treat
was a dried pig's ear at eighty nine cents each and she never wanted a
wardrobe, although you can see from the photo that at rare times, I
couldn't help myself. Best of all, she never made me cook! She ate the
same thing for fourteen years, right off the shelf. She did force me to
buy a condo in California when I couldn't find a place to rent with a
dog. Within five years my condo doubled in value so she proved to be a
much more savvy investor than I, substantially increasing my portfolio.
That was a wise move, as the returns were needed for her long-term
health care, MRI's, CAT scans and pampers, but I still came out way on top.
Her tail never ceased wagging, even until the end and that probably caused
me to prolong her life longer than I should have. If I had a nickel for
every person who said to me, "that dog only has one leg" or "that dog looks
just like a fox" I really would be a wealthy woman. Instead, I have a wealth
of memories from that wonderful little dog that filled my life with such
unknown author said, "The one absolutely unselfish friend that a person can
have in this world - the one that never deserts her, the one that never
proves ungrateful or treacherous, is her pet." How true. Many thanks to the
few of you who enjoyed her as much as I did and to the rest of you who put
up with her to spend time with me. It was all appreciated.