I received a voicemail early one morning from my Grandmother who was choked up and crying in the message she left. As soon as I heard her voice I feared the worst: that she was going to tell me she was dying. My heart was in my throat. But as I listened to the message I caught a couple of words amongst the sobbing. "Dad" and "Dead". You'd think from this I would've melted down and thought my Dad was dead. But funnily enough my intuition had a feeling what the deal actually was, and that it wasn't what it seemed. I phoned my Grandmother back, and after me asking if she was okay and that I'd received her voice and couldn't quite make it out: I asked her what had happened and then answered my own question before she could. My Dad's dog had died.
I posted before that my Dad's dog was getting on a bit and that I was a little weary of it. My Dad's dog died at age 9. 9 may not seem old to a dog for some, but dogs are like people. Some live longer than others and show their age sooner than others do. My intuition regarding him was pretty on target. I just knew it was only a matter of time. I had to look after him a couple of weeks ago and I just had this feeling in my stomach and heart that the day would come when he'd pass away.
I spoke to my Dad in the evening of the same day I spoke to my Grandmother. We didn't talk much about the dog. But he did mention how the dog was the day before he died. My Dad said he was fine, which was what shocked him when he found him lifeless early the next morning. If anything, my Dad said he was more energetic and lively than normal. He said he felt it was almost as though the dog knew he only had a short time left. On his last walk he was said to be running around like crazy, just how he did when he was younger - almost as have to have one last run.
I'll probably miss him more than my Dad does. I always gave him a lot of attention and loved behind around him. Just being around him made everything else not matter.
I still want my own dog. I'm not deterred at the thought of knowing I may out live it. It's just a reminder to us all that life goes on. And that during the walk of life not everybody and everything will get to walk for as long, nor as far as you will.
I posted before that my Dad's dog was getting on a bit and that I was a little weary of it. My Dad's dog died at age 9. 9 may not seem old to a dog for some, but dogs are like people. Some live longer than others and show their age sooner than others do. My intuition regarding him was pretty on target. I just knew it was only a matter of time. I had to look after him a couple of weeks ago and I just had this feeling in my stomach and heart that the day would come when he'd pass away.
I spoke to my Dad in the evening of the same day I spoke to my Grandmother. We didn't talk much about the dog. But he did mention how the dog was the day before he died. My Dad said he was fine, which was what shocked him when he found him lifeless early the next morning. If anything, my Dad said he was more energetic and lively than normal. He said he felt it was almost as though the dog knew he only had a short time left. On his last walk he was said to be running around like crazy, just how he did when he was younger - almost as have to have one last run.
I'll probably miss him more than my Dad does. I always gave him a lot of attention and loved behind around him. Just being around him made everything else not matter.
I still want my own dog. I'm not deterred at the thought of knowing I may out live it. It's just a reminder to us all that life goes on. And that during the walk of life not everybody and everything will get to walk for as long, nor as far as you will.