The internet is a strange place. Ignoring all the “not so nice” things, it allows you to meet and connect with people you would likely never get to meet and even if you did, it would be at a very superficial level.
My blog is partially my electronic journal. If you were to go back and take the time to read the over 3,100 posts I have published, you would probably know me as well as any other living person, short my wife. You would know my music, politics, sense of humor, my dedication to funeral service and emergency services and my love of my family, including our dogs.
David Kanigan and I have been reading and commenting on each other’s blogs for as long as I can remember. We have never talked, but have shared many e-mails over the years. His blog is also a window to his world.
Yesterday, his Vizsla, “Zeke” died. David often wrote about the special bond he had with that dog. Recently, he shared Zeke’s failing health.
This morning, I awoke to see Zeke. RIP
Today, I honor Zeke’s memory and in a small way, try to share David’s pain of losing a trusted companion.
When our lives are all done and someone is standing at the podium saying nice things about us, all we can ask for is the equivalent and sentiment of “He was a good dog.”
He was a good dog.