Dundee

A man's best friend. Yes, that she was. She was here before I was brought into this life. She's always been there, her and Grizzly. Whenever I would come out for summers in SoCal, they would always be there, the two of them to greet me. She wasn't my dog, James my uncle owned her. And Grizzly was Tati's, my aunt's dog. But in a sense, she was everyone's dog. She was our protector, our alarm. When I came to live out here, it become my responsibility to take care of both the dogs. At first it was great, getting to walk them both twice a day. But then after awhile it become a chore, like washing dishes or making my bed. My love for the dogs began to wear off, I began to see them as a burden I had to carry, since my grandparent's children were out of the house. I thought they'd never die. Always spick and span and never sick. But now, I look back and see that she wasn't a chore, and neither was Grizzly. Instead they were blessings to my life as well as others they affected. Now on her dying bed, i realize that my love for her did not wear off but instead intensified to something more anchored. It was more understood, we both knew we loved each other. We didn’t have to show it. January 13th, 2009- I saw the whole thing. I saw the needle. I saw the blood. I watched the life slip away through her eyes. Wow. She was still warm when I took off her collar, still warm when I held her tight crying into her fur. She still looked like a puppy. But she’s in a better place now, in doggy heaven chasing heavenly sheep in a big grass field, waiting for us to see her again. I made a promise to her, “I’ll take care of Grizzly.” He still has a lot of life left in him. He’s too dumb to die. Hahaha Put in a good word for us will ya? We will miss you, and will never forget. We love you Dundee.