I’m reading A Good Dog by Jon Katz. It’s a sweet story about a middle-aged New Jersey writer and his adventures with his border collie, Orson, and the other dogs in his life.
Katz says he’s owned several dogs, but Orson was his lifetime dog…that one special dog that you connect to more than any other in your lifetime. Your canine soulmate, if you will.
I spread the ashes of my sweet lifetime dog, Hoops, yesterday. Hoops died over a year ago, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it until yesterday. So on a perfect Wyoming fall morning, the Roxy dog and I went for a walk and I said a final farewell to my big, fluffy buddy. I scattered them under the big cottonwood tree in our yard. It was his favorite place to bask in all seasons. And the sentimental side of me likes the idea part of him watching over us from his familiar post.
We have other dogs, dogs that I love and adore. I love the patience and sweetness of our lab mix, Roxy. And I love watching Ziggy the border collie herd birds and chase a frisbee. But I agree with Katz. There are lifetime dogs, and Hoops was mine. I miss that big fluffy bugger every day.
Wyokiddo is following in the footsteps of her parents and is already a dog person. She especially loves Roxy. They play dress-up and chase. She reads Roxy stories and likes the white dog to be near when she’s sick or upset.
My daughter will likely know many more dogs over the course of her lifetime. I hope that one day, she’ll also know her lifetime dog.