hi guys this is about a good freind's dog that passed away and i transalted this story for him to english so all of you can read.
my english is not the best sowwy.
it took me along time to translate it and i would appriciate if you guys will just read and understand that a dog is not just a dog.
and a dog is something special.
i cryd when read it.
5:30 am i look around me, seeing the terminal saying goodbye to my family i start up the car and drive home.
its a preety quick drive,which sometimes makes me happy i chose where i live.
this time i didnt want this quick drive home to end.
5:30 am is the hour which i preffer to go to sleep instead to wake up to work.
but i dont work so my day starts at 12.
this day how ever at this time alot of work was waiting for me,
i went to the neighbors to get the wheelbarrel,took out the heavy boots and started hosing down a little peace of land under the tree, took out the rusty shovel pointed it to the ground placed my foot above it,started digging and there is no physical work in this world that i hate more than digging with a shovel!
but this day i begged for the digging to not end.
shugon looked at me going back and forth cursing the day like i never did,he layed under the tree i took him in my hands in the shade and nice breeze,when the sun came out everytime i looked at him he would wink with hes eyes.
they say people that live with each other a long time start to understand eachother just by looking at each other and no words.
between me and shugon there was this understanding from the day i brought him home.
after 14 years living together we could read eachothers minds.
he knew what i was doing and he agreed.
at 7:30 am the vet came home with hes little box he uses for home visits.
i told him hi and asked if he wanted to drink something,he said no thank you.
i got down on my knees under the tree and i talked to the creature that my kids knew from thier first day on earth.
after that i took off hes collar and flee brace and held hes head with both my hands and listend to hes deep breaths. dont want to let go.
after that i went to the other side of the house and waited.
the vet worked easy on shugon and took hes time, the sun was hiding behind a cloud.
after 20 min the sun came out and alittle after the vet called me and asked if i needed anything else? i said nothing
hes body was soft and flexible with out any will but not stubborn to die.
i picked him up with both hands took him to the hole i dug,i closed hes eyes and lowered him gently in there on hes hands.
you know how in "kill bill" emma thurman if iam no mistaken goes to her spiritual teacher and kills him with the 5 point heart thing? and as soon as he gets up and take's 5 steps hes heart explodes?
to me it took more than 5 steps to get to the porch but as soon as i sat on my back porch my heart exploded and shattered into little pieces of sadness and memories making me cry like i havnt in 20 years.
look at them and look at us!
there is something obvious between men and thier dogs something that doesnt need explantions to it.
a dog is a man with 4 legs and a tail.
he makes mistakes like us,follows hes nose and dick just like we do.
spends hes time roaming around just like we would do if we didnt have kids and debt!
he understands what we want without even talking just like 2 commando soldeirs that spent the last 10 years in the jungle.
he can do what ever we can do and on top of that lick hes own balls.
teach him to drink beer and you cant find no better partner in this whole world.
another thing that dogs have is thier tail, if the world was perfect we would have tails too.
there would be no need to lie no need to buy flowers.
a dog does with hes tail almost something philoshpal and if we can only learn from that it would be great.
shugon was not a dog!
he was a teacher in my life and in hes 14 years of life which comes out to about 100 of ours
he lived like a king.
no turning back no rules no regrets.
and we that got the privlage to feed him take him to the vet for wounds he had or just to give him vaccines.
we lived in hes world and not the other way around.
he was a german shepard and he lived like a king.
everytime a bitch would be in heat he would disappear for then i'd go looking for him knowing already where to find him.
i remmeber i used to take my bike and search where i see a bunch of dogs in front of a house.
i would take alook and see my shugon sitting by himself in this backyard.
he was the king of the town, all the females loved him and he use to go for walks with them.
later on he would come home giving us the privlage to search him for ticks and feed him.
once when ever he left home for a female i asked him to come home? so he looks at me in this way not to try and make me sad but you know dont worry ill be fine.
one day when he left again my wife asked this dog shrink why does he leave for longer everytime?
so the doctor told her when a dog gets older he feels that it would take him more time to dominant the property.
when ever he stopped leaving home to go breed we knew it was old shugon kicking in.
that's when i learned the most from him.
but here he goes letting me pick him up one last time just like he knew would be.
just like we would all want this moment remmbered.
i miss him alot sometimes i miss him so much that i dont know what to do.
but in those 14 years i learned from him that this is how it goes.
the teacher can only show you the way.
from that day he was born in that farm until now the ground that he lays in i learned everything from him.