Mar. 15, 2005, Mookie's Door:
Dear friends, I am sorry to report
to you that in the end, I did not trust Mookie. And because I am my
father's daughter, I will not tolerate a dog
that will bite the hand that feeds it, nor allow him at my campfire.
And as an employee of the Animal Shelter, I must be able to vouch for
canine friends to the best of my ability.
But, he was something to see.
On his last day of freedom, he
ran giant circles around me, pounding through the ponds of leftover
rain, swooping over soaked dunes and careening around sage. All the
time, he kept a close eye on me, carrying that squeeky dodo bird in
his mouth. He came close with just-out-of-reach birdy squeeks. I pretended
chase and encouraged his parading, until he lay down satisfied.
That was the last day we had together.
That night, when I put down his
food and took off his collar, he turned with a growl and snapping jaw.
I was aware of my position in regards to
his food, so I was not bitten. But, I could not count him on my side
anymore. A captain of his own ship, he had navigated dangerous waters
enough to trust his instincts far above my good intentions.
Mookie loved human company. When
requested, he would sit and was learning an easy "down." His
appraisals were quick and astute. More than once, I saw him look me
over and decide I was no danger. He was gentlemanly on the leash, unless
a rabbit or cat caught his attention. Then, you better hold on. In fact,
the whole time with Mookie required vigilance and would continue to
require unearthly patience and saintly strength.
I'm sorry that Mookie did not find
his human companion who could reap the rewards of his earned loyalty.
We humans breed dogs, we must accept the responsibility of their care.
Where dogs and humans fit together, the careless hands who left him
on his own failed him. As my father is
watching over me, I invoke his strength to make the decision to keep
faith between man and dog and let Mookie go.
Moookie was euthanized last week
and has crossed the "Rainbow Bridge."