I like to be a leader but sometimes I am a follower. Can you guess what I am following? A huge persian cat? A giant fluffy rabbit? A walking shag rug?
No to all of those. This amazing creature is a dog, like me. But not JUST like me. This is a sheltie and her name is Tasha, and even though neither of us remembers it very often, we are good friends. She can do tricks and she obeys better than I do. One of the really great things about Tasha was her dog brother, the most wonderful sheltie you can imagine. And what I have to say is almost unimaginable.
I don't know how it happened but he got very sick. And suddenly he is gone from our dog world. Only two days ago I was at the dog park with him, and while I bounced around and harassed other dogs and barked my loudest, Tibeau, for that was his name, walked in his stately manner and greeted dogs, and lovingly watched his Person. I admit I can be a bit of a rube but Tibeau never was anything but a gentleman. He had a quiet husky voice and a sweet expression. He was the kind of dog that gives dogs a good name.
All I can say is I am glad I knew him. And I will always remember him. And no other dog will ever be like quite him ever again.
2 comments:
i was the proud uncle of tibeau,
who indeed was as smart and sweet and lively a little gent as you could wish.
my personal nickname for him was fluffbucket.
his memory is dear.
thanks for posting this tribute to him!
donald, a person who will not forget.
Tibeau was the best! I can still hear him and see his guileless face. If I could be more like him, I would be a better dog.
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