My Gentle Giant Is Gone
Feb 9, 10- (by road warrior)
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- Humble Road Warrior, Sober Salon
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Twelve years ago I was rushing into a grocery store, trying to get a few things on my way to my next errand. I, as usual, was moving at the speed of light, thinking about what I had to do next….when I saw her. There she was, a big, black, furry dog with small deep set brown eyes and a face that reminded me of a black bear. It only took one look, for both of us. I knew. She knew. She was mine. I was hers. I brought her home to my little town house which already was home to 3 other dogs. She walked in slowly and laid down in the dining room. The other dogs sniffed, pawed, barked - “Who the hell is this, and she is she doing here?” None of this seemed to bother her in the least. She was not haughty, afraid or aggressive. She just looked at me. “I’m home now. Everything’s gonna be okay.” And it was.
As some of you know, I have a lot of dogs. They have come to me in every way possible and each one has been a very special gift from The Universe to teach me, to care for me and to give me total bliss. Irish, however, was a very old soul from the beginning. She was steady, always present and never gave me a bit of trouble nor did she demand anything from me. All she asked was that I love her. And that I did. I would sit with her head nuzzled under my chin, kissing the top of her head for what seemed hours and she never moved. Tail gently wagging, she would just sigh every now and then as if to say,”This is what I came for. This is why I’m here. Isn’t it good?”
When I was sad she would absorb my pain. Just holding her gave me a release that was always calming and rock solid. I would grab her around her deep chest and bury my tears in her fur. She never moved until I let go, my sadness, anger or frustration having been dissipated by her serene presence.
When we would all go to the park or the lake, I would love to see her lope ahead of me, always looking back to make sure I was there. She was not a petite dog, nor was she feminine in appearance. She was often mistaken for a male, simply because of her body structure. But she was neither male or female - she was Irish - a temporary gift sent by God to let me know that I am loved.
You have taught me well, my gentle giant. I will miss you so -
Till Next Time -
Your Humble Road Warrior
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Jinx, this post reads so sad, yet it is filled with joy! The wonders of “the Universe” to send us what WE need, and what ANOTHER needs, at the time we meet. And surely you miss her…who of us cannot identify thoroughly with your feelings. But possibly FEW of us–well, me!–has had such a blissful journey with our needful one.
Thank you for posting this memorial to Irish. “And then there were five…” I am praying especially for you today, and for Irish. Please accept my condolences.
Love,
Steve
How very sad for yo!
I am so sorry you lost such a loving gentle dog. She was such a wonderful companion to you and truly deserves a mention on her leaving this world. May she find lots of friends over The Rainbow Bridge.
Jeanie
Oh Ging, she touched all of us deeply too. I have such fond memories that I will always cherish. Seeing her face again made me smile and cry at the same time. How fortunate we were to know her, love her (and be loved by her), and learn from her.