he was a great dog!
There is no decision that we can make that doesn’t come with some sort of balance or sacrifice.
I’ve been listening to Simon Sinek’s “Start With Why” and it is one powerful message so it comes as no surprise that this quote should pop into my head as I’m writing this.
This was a beautiful story and being the dog lover that I am, I never tire of hearing “Daunt” stories.
He had an exceedingly hard start to his life having been in the possession of a hoarder for the first four years of his life. A hoarder who was forced to surrender countless dogs kept in appalling conditions. Hoarding is a medical condition that manifests itself in many ways but the common thread is acquiring and refusing to part with “things”.
Having been involved in the clean-up of a home belonging to a hoarder, this story breaks my heart because we’re not just talking about stacks of paper and junk, we’re talking about living, breathing, animals kept in neglectful, abusive situations.
Unlike some stories though, this one did have a fairytale ending when one man took the time to visit the shelter on several occasions and gain the trust of this particularly challenging dog. One who did not like men, but bonded hard and fast with this man, surprising even the animal behaviorist on site to assist in the transitions.
Fast forward a decade or so and we find that sometimes our animal relationships are more enduring and balanced than those we share with other humans and sacrifices are made that are incredibly difficult.
They did not get to spend the last year and a half together, the decision being made that Daunt was better off finishing his life in the home that he’d known best. A home where he would still be cared for. A safe decision for a dog who’d endured so much trauma in the early years.
This photo was shared with me on their last visit together, knowing at the time that it would likely be the last visit.
I couldn’t be with someone who didn’t share my passion for dogs and even writing this brings tears to my eyes as I think of the strength it took for him to say good-bye to his dog for the last time.
Rest in peace, Daunt, rest in peace.
9 thoughts on “He wasn’t a good dog…”
Oh dear. So sorry. Having lost dogs not so long ago I know the feeling of loss. Think about the good times you had together, Sonny. It may help. On Jan 2, 2019 4:44 PM, “it’s (almost always) about the water…” wrote:
> sherylrgarrison posted: “he was a great dog! There is no decision that we > can make that doesn’t come with some sort of balance or sacrifice. Simon > Sinek I’ve been listening to Simon Sinek’s “Start With Why” and it is one > powerful message so it comes as no surprise that this qu” >
Thank you, as you know being a fellow dog lover, it’s never long enough.
My sincerest condolences to all those who loved him. Of course he was a great dog. And you’ve painted a picture with your words that brings him to vivid life and captures the love that endures.
Thank you fellow dog lover! Your words are much appreciated!
Brings tears to my eyes also.
I continue to thoroughly enjoy your blog, Sheryl. Just because I don’t often comment doesn’t mean that I’m not loving it! Please keep on keeping on! A peaceful New Year to you.
Thank you Maura, always wonderful to hear from you. Happy New Year to you!
Oh my goodness, this one is making me weep!
Daunt, you beautiful creature!!!
Even writing it was hard, he was a gorgeous dog. Thanks, Jenny!