Travels With Maggie
“Soon or late, every dog’s master’s memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.” – Albert Payson Terhune.
Maggie on a trail in the Tonto Basin -- Photo by Pat Bean
When I came across the above quote, it moved me to remember all the dogs that have made my life better.
There was Curley, my grandmother’s stand-offish white spitz, who once jumped out of a car at a grocery store and wouldn’t let anyone approach him. They came and got me out of my second-grade school class, and he came right up to me.
Blackie is the second dog I remember, a cocker-mix, who shared my childhood tears of injustice as we hid away in the center of a large hedge in the side yard.
Tex, a beautiful big gray weimaraner, whom was inherited from my ex-husband’s dying grandfather, came next. Tex could jump the backyard fence from a standing position, and gave my young toddlers horsie rides.
Two dogs named Rev, for reveille came next. They were loving family dogs, more attached to my kids than me, although I was the one who fed them.
Albert Payson Terhune with one of his collies
Then there was a period of time, following a divorce and several moves, when I didn’t have a dog. It was a busy time in my life and I didn’t know how much I missed having a canine companion until Peaches came into my life.
I got her from a young couple who were moving when she was about five years old. It was instant love and bonding between the two of us. She never wanted out of my sight, and it gave her great joy to watch over and please me.
She was my hiking companion, instantly by me knee when anyone approached on the trail, but otherwise circling around, seeing the scenery with her nose. And if there was a group of us, she felt it her duty to keep us all together. She would run up to the leaders and urge them to slow down, and then back she would go to hurry the laggards among us along.
The last long hike she and I took together was Negro Bill Canyon, a five mile hike to an arch near Moab. It was a very slow hike as I was recovering from foot surgery at the time and Peaches was blind.
A few weeks later, when she and I were out on a short walk, she gave out. I had to carry her home. I babied her, cooked chicken and rice for her meals, and watched over her for another few months before it came time for me to bid her good-bye.
Maggie, my current black cocker spaniel traveling companion, came next. I rescued her from a shelter when she was a little over a year old.
She’s as different from Peaches as a bluebird is from a raven. She’s a whimpy hiker, and she thinks it’s my duty to protect her.
Maggie in her favorite spot in our RV -- Photo by Pat Bean, July 2006
She’s my boss, not the other way around. And everyone knows it
And now she’s 13, gray around the muzzle and slowed by age. Time has become our enemy. Her life expectancy is shorter than mine. And as I acknowledge this, the tears flow on this page.
Albert Payson Terhune, whose words inspired this blog, was my favorite author as a child. I read all his books, which are mostly about dogs. He was especially partial to Collies. His first, and probably best known book, is “Lad: A Dog,” published in 1919 and still in print today. .
Who would have thought that the words of this favorite author from my past would return and now haunt me.
Thankful the good memories of my pets, while not obliterating the pain of loss, outweigh it.
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Terhune was a childhood favorite of mine. I dont know if I read all the books. Probably every one that my small, hometown library had. Yes, he wrote mostly about collies. My favorite was about a mutt. It is vague but do I remember the name Undine?
Terhune was one of the earliest of those who introduced me to the magical world of prose, imagination, reading, and writing.
Thanks for reminding and giving me the opportunity to tip my hat to him wherever he may be. AL Ride with me and Lightnin’ on our Year on the Road at http://allevenson.wordpress.com/
There is indeed honor in the memory of our lost pets. They grace our lives with such diginity and lessons to be learned. Having the opportunity to spend part of our own lives living it to the fullest with four-legged companions is a blessing. Each pet comes into our lives for a reason, a purpose. We are the ones that get to unwrap the gift of their presence. Your post is very honest and true. I am glad you shared these thoughts of yours. : )
Ah, Pat, I try so hard to remember my animals, horses, dogs, cats, without emotion because I hate to cry over them but today you got me before I had the chance to toughen up. I guess I wouldn’t have so many sad tears had I not so many good memories. Sam
You had company Sam because I was crying as I wrote it.
I teared up as I read this, and as I remembered the special pups in my life. Never having been allowed to have a dog as a child, my love affairs did not begin until I was an adult, but from the first wriggly pup, I’ve rarely been without canine companionship. Our little guy is approaching 10 and still a source of daily joy.
you made me cry give mags a treat for me and give yourself one toooo xx
It is so hard knowing that the dear animals we bring into our lives will be leaving us . I hesitated so long after my last two cats died, and probably would not have ever adopted new ones. Lucky for me my son brought home my two latest kittens; they bring me so much love and joy, that can only outweigh the future heartache.
Of course my parrots will probably out live me, to my son’s great fear – him and Bandit do NOT get along 🙂
Thanks again for sharing with us; I do love your writing and spirit.
Terhune was one of my childhood favorites, too! I read all his collie books. Then I discovered library book sales and started collecting them. When my girl was old enough, I read them all to her and she loved them as much as I did. 🙂
Our pets, furry or finny, do bring us such joy and love, and, as other commenters have said, the pain we feel at their losses should be seen as a blessing, because it’s a measure of how great a treasure they brought and left.
HUGS to you and Maggie!
MA
Terhune’s books are so great for children. I believe compassion for an animal teaches a child to be a compassionate and caring person for the rest of their lives. Thanks for commenting Marian.
Keep writing … Pat Bean https://patbean.wordpress.com
Those darn lovable dogs … I get attached to them and they live such short lives. They give so much and their loss hurts so much. German Shepherds fill my memories. I have been without a dog for several years … because of the pain of loss (not wanting to go through it again) but mostly because my life is so busy and I am not home very much … it would be selfish of me right now to get a dog. For now, I stop at my parent’s house for my doggie fix. When my life settles down a bit, I know there is a German Shepherd puppy in my future.