Our beloved dog Astro died peacefully in his sleep February 16, 2000. He was almost 13, "geriatric" according to his vet, and seemed to age rapidly the
final few months. He was in his normal good spirits when I left him that morning, so happy to see me, knowing he was getting breakfast and looking forward to it. He was the only dog I ever had who could jump and catch a Frisbee, no small feat for a 75lb lab mutt.
His biggest contribution to our world was the night he woke us with his barking. This made me furious, until I saw he was barking at the dishwasher which had caught on fire. For his act of heroism he received the thing he loved most, an extra
heap of love and affection "from his people".
We'll miss you, my puppie-o
"Right Rorge!"
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
His biggest contribution to our world was the night he woke us with his barking. This made me furious, until I saw he was barking at the dishwasher which had caught on fire. For his act of heroism he received the thing he loved most, an extra
heap of love and affection "from his people".
y puppie-o
