He’s just a dog
At 11 weeks old he entered our home, full of piss and vinegar and to the chagrin of our other dog Mattie. Mattie (who would become his surrogate mom) would put him down many times when he got out of control, but he’s just a dog.
He guarded his food with aggression from all in the house. It took time to teach him manners and trust, but he’s just a dog.
With his wombat puppy look he endeared himself to our friends, neighbours and us, but he’s just a dog.
He would run and run and run for hours chasing anything that moved, but he’s just a dog.
He fell in love with our neighbour’s daughter and up until the day they moved, he would wait every afternoon until she exited the school bus to greet her, but he’s just a dog.
He loved little puppies until one day a pup thought his private part was a nipple, but he’s just a dog.
His bond with Mattie became unbreakable and they played and played until she couldn’t play any longer; from that moment on he would lie down next to her, but he’s just a dog.
He barked at anything and everything. We noticed his sight was diminished. We asked ourselves is that why he barks and is protective? Then again, he’s just a dog.
He went on long walks with me in secluded forests, but he’s just a dog.
The day I had to say goodbye to Mattie, he cuddled up to me on the couch as if to say, “It’s going to be okay, I’m here.” He’s just a dog.
We brought another friend home for him named Layla. He wasn’t happy at first, she was 6 months old and he wasn’t impressed. He’s just a dog.
After a couple of days, he and Layla were inseparable. She gave him a new lease on life and kept him young, but he’s just a dog.
He and Layla would run around the house for hours playing. Sometimes he would be in the lead, other times she would take it, but he’s just a dog.
He would love to run through his favourite people’s legs, but he’s just a dog.
He was a nervous dog; shaking and drooling at the vet’s until we found a vet who would do home visits. He’s just a dog.
He had a thing with vinyl, ceramic and linoleum floors. He couldn’t do it…. Couldn’t walk on it and most definitely wouldn’t enter other people’s homes if any of those floors existed. Oh yeah, he’s just a dog.
Years of running the property and at times into trees due to his limited sight took its toll on his body, but he’s just a dog.
He was a trooper when we had to move three provinces away. As long as we had little carpets to put down on the floor in motel rooms, he was good. He’s just a dog.
A year at his new home in a new province he has slowed and has a permanent limp accompanied with limited eyesight and hearing, but he’s just a dog.
Now we watch him sleep, struggle with stairs down to the fenced yard where he takes a long nap, but he’s just a dog.
12 years old, the one who always made us laugh out loud is slowly deteriorating before our eyes, but he’s just a dog.
For those who do not know Fergus, yes, he’s just a dog, but to others, he is a sweet soul who lived hard, played hard, loved hard and weaved his way into our hearts and soul.
We wait until the day he tells us he’s ready, because we know he’s not ‘just a dog’, he’s our comedian, companion, friend, and heart centre.
Getting old is shit, but…. he’s just a dog.