The Dogs In Our Lives

Brasca, our little mascot, was put to sleep the other day.  The day was as lovely as it could be.  We had snuggles, we carried him on a couple of last walks, we ate chicken, we lay in the sunshine and he went peacefully at home with us by his side, surrounded with love.

To say we are experiencing some sad days here in the Wild Dog Office is an understatement.  We have lost our best friend, and we are very emotional.  It is a strange mix of sorrow, relief that he is not in pain, and gratitude that we had him in our lives.  The place feels strangely empty, too still and quiet.

Through our grief, we keep finding moments of laughter, remembering all the happy moments spent with our very own little wild dog.

For every long distance walk we’ve completed, Brasca was at our feet the whole way!  He’s walked Hadrian’s Wall, St Oswald’s Way and even trail blazed a path with us from Co. Durham to the Scottish Borders.  The most apt description of a dog I have ever heard is certainly true: “A little heartbeat at my feet”!

He was there through every sorrow to offer comfort, and every joy to offer his enthusiasm.

When Brasca was a puppy, I found a lovely snippet in a magazine about the dogs in our lives.  I cut it out and framed it.  It has hung on our wall for the last fourteen years.

Dogs In Our Lives

We aren’t house proud. If we were, we wouldn’t abide the scratches on the door frame, the holes in the screen, the darkened shine of worn spots on the chair. We would wince at the mottled carpet and fret at the hair clinging to our clothes.

 

We don’t. If anything, we lovers of dogs are a tolerant lot, finding greater value in the unabashed affection of our friends than in immaculate sofas. Shoes can be replaced, but heroic retrievers are timeless.

 

Without dogs, our houses would be cold receptacles for things. Dogs make a fire warmer with their curled presence. They wake us, greet us and ultimately carve a place in our hearts and our history. On reflection, our lives are often referenced in parts defined by the all-too-short lives of our dogs.

– Paul Fersen

For the last fourteen years, our lives have been one big adventure with one little dude by our side!

We are going to miss you so much Brasca.

 

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