Sunday, January 25, 2015

Farewell

On January 16, 2015, my soul moved on to its next journey.

What an adventure I had as a dog. I chose my human when I was 4 weeks old, and though there were times she cuddled me too much, I have no regrets. Our lives together were awesome. I got to totally BE a dog. And I knew I was loved.

I swam in clear, cold lakes, rivers, creeks and puddles. I rolled on rotting salmon and ate all sorts of delicious things like steak, mice, bunny and goose poop and so much more. I cleaned human's plates and performed dishwasher pre-wash duties with pride. 

Countless pairs of underwear, pyjama bottoms and pants were expertly de-crotched by me. 

I fell in love. Oh, how handsome my boyfriends were. Mazzy. Vimy. Riley. Riley #2. I had friends like Cosmos and Bear and so many more. 

I had the honour of coming home to my dog mom, Bristol, who thankfully chose to mother me instead of consuming me, which was apparently a genuine possibility.

I've been gang humped at the dog park, had my nails painted hot pink, ridden in RCMP vans and kiss-bombed the big ass dude driving it with impunity. I've scared the crap out of the First Cat of Canada and countless lesser cats. I've provided my human will full deer legs and rabbits for dinner even though, for some absurd reason, she doesn't eat delicious meat. I've barked at everything and anything, chased skateboarders, roamed the grounds of Rideau Hall after busting loose from my dog walker, and before being brought home by complete strangers thanks to the handy ID on my tag. 

How many miles did I hike in my life? Far too many to count. I sniffed and rolled in grass and experienced it all in full. 

I've seen sunrises and sunsets. Rolled and frolicked in fresh, thick snow. Known the joy of chomping on spring grass and then enjoying the sheer humiliation of my human when she pulled it out of my ass. 

I've loved. I've felt pure joy. I've mourned and known sadness. 

It has been an incredible life. 

And though I don't want to leave her, the time has come for me to say goodbye to the human I have loved all my life. My body was tired. My back legs weren't working, eyes were cloudy and failing. And though my human didn't care at all, I did not particularly enjoy losing control of my...ahem...bodily functions. I still loved eating, and licking her face, and sniffing the air. But my world had become more frightening than joyful to me. My human's life was in order and ready to support her through losing me. So, I let go and made her help me. (she always said I would end up forcing her to make that choice...for once, the dork was right...heh!!). 

If you read this, please tell her I am at peace. I am with Mazzy, Vimy, Riley, Cosmos, Bristol. I can run like the wind again and it feels so good. There is a ton of coyote poop to pee on here, and even more goose poop to eat. There are fields of long grass that we frolic like dolphins in once again. And sometimes just sit in it, like my human and I did in our favourite spring field at Bronte, watching clouds and smelling the air. 

Tell her my love is eternal. That I will never truly leave her. That I chose her when I was four weeks old, and that love is forever. 

Tell her that she will heal. The tears will ease. And that I am beside her. 

That I am so glad it was her I chose to love - and that I felt her love every moment and feel it now.

Maybe lick her face once in awhile. Cause whenever I did that, she was happy and at peace.

Love,
Storm


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