An unforgettable true story of a grieving dog’s gift to her buddy in heaven.
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A Final Offering to a Furry Friend
An unforgettable
true story of a grieving dog’s gift to her buddy in heaven.
true story of a grieving dog’s gift to her buddy in heaven.
By Theresa Olive
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Several years ago, our
family rented a house that had a basement apartment under ours. The young
couple who lived below us were quiet and unobtrusive. Their dog, however, was
not.
family rented a house that had a basement apartment under ours. The young
couple who lived below us were quiet and unobtrusive. Their dog, however, was
not.
Cody was a
typical black lab; a big, tail thumping extrovert. He loved to greet us by
planting his huge paws on our chest. Our dog Tasha, an English Setter mix, was
a kindred spirit. Because she shared the yard with Cody, they soon became fast
friends.
typical black lab; a big, tail thumping extrovert. He loved to greet us by
planting his huge paws on our chest. Our dog Tasha, an English Setter mix, was
a kindred spirit. Because she shared the yard with Cody, they soon became fast
friends.
We often saw a
blur of black and white fur as they raced neck and neck toward some hapless
bird that had just landed in their territory. The only time I saw any conflict
between the two dogs was when we fed Tasha. Cody would bound up, expecting to
share in Tasha’s bounty. However, Tasha would bare her teeth and growl
menacingly.
blur of black and white fur as they raced neck and neck toward some hapless
bird that had just landed in their territory. The only time I saw any conflict
between the two dogs was when we fed Tasha. Cody would bound up, expecting to
share in Tasha’s bounty. However, Tasha would bare her teeth and growl
menacingly.
Cody would change his strategy, dropping to his belly and
inching slowly toward Tasha’s dish. But this ingratiating behavior did not
impress Tasha. The closer Cody got, the more Tasha snarled and snapped.
Finally, Cody would slink away with his tail between his legs—until next
mealtime, that is. Then Cody, ever the optimist, would replay the scene, with
the same disappointing conclusion.
inching slowly toward Tasha’s dish. But this ingratiating behavior did not
impress Tasha. The closer Cody got, the more Tasha snarled and snapped.
Finally, Cody would slink away with his tail between his legs—until next
mealtime, that is. Then Cody, ever the optimist, would replay the scene, with
the same disappointing conclusion.
One day my
husband Jeff came home visibly upset. He had just found Cody lying by the side
of the road, killed by a speeding truck. Tasha sniffed at Cody’s glossy black
fur and whined. Over the next few weeks, Tasha was listless, her tail drooping.
She obviously missed her old friend.
husband Jeff came home visibly upset. He had just found Cody lying by the side
of the road, killed by a speeding truck. Tasha sniffed at Cody’s glossy black
fur and whined. Over the next few weeks, Tasha was listless, her tail drooping.
She obviously missed her old friend.
At the same time,
Tasha’s food dish disappeared. We replaced it with another, only to have that
one vanish as well. There followed a steady succession of bowls, aluminum
plates, even an old coffee can. They all disappeared. Finally, the mystery was
solved when our neighbor knocked on our door, her arms loaded with the missing
dishes, some still half-full of dog food.
Tasha’s food dish disappeared. We replaced it with another, only to have that
one vanish as well. There followed a steady succession of bowls, aluminum
plates, even an old coffee can. They all disappeared. Finally, the mystery was
solved when our neighbor knocked on our door, her arms loaded with the missing
dishes, some still half-full of dog food.
“Are these
yours?” she asked. When Jeff and I nodded, she explained, “I
saw Tasha headed toward the road, so I shooed her back. Then I noticed all
these dishes in a pile.”
yours?” she asked. When Jeff and I nodded, she explained, “I
saw Tasha headed toward the road, so I shooed her back. Then I noticed all
these dishes in a pile.”
Puzzled, I asked,
“Where were they?”
“Where were they?”
“Well, you
know,” she answered thoughtfully, “it was right by the place where
Cody died. Isn’t that odd? Surely Tasha couldn’t…” Her voice trailed off
in confusion.
know,” she answered thoughtfully, “it was right by the place where
Cody died. Isn’t that odd? Surely Tasha couldn’t…” Her voice trailed off
in confusion.
Jeff and I exchanged glances. Could Tasha have been enticing
her old friend back by offering him the one thing she withheld from him when he
was alive?
her old friend back by offering him the one thing she withheld from him when he
was alive?
Even today, retelling the story gives me goose bumps. It
raises questions about animals’ intelligence and emotions.
raises questions about animals’ intelligence and emotions.
It also reminds
me not to wait to show love to those around me. I need to share whatever
blessings I’ve received with others—before it’s too late.
me not to wait to show love to those around me. I need to share whatever
blessings I’ve received with others—before it’s too late.
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