My Wallace is getting to be an old, old man. He smells funny most of the time, in that way of very old dogs. He's going blind, I think, and doesn't hear very well anymore, and is given to arthritic joint aches from time to time. He has taken to sleeping under the bed rather than on it, because he can no longer make the jump
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No wonder he loves my Dad! ;-)
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A fine tribute to a dear family member. I have tears in my eyes.
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But that often happens, I suppose, to souls who are solid, and quietly kind, and gentle presences.
There's not a lot of excitement around him, to be sure, but there have been few companions in my life who have been quite this reliable, and quite this stable.
Shelties are known for their intelligence, and their loyalty--I can vouch for that.
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But there's still a puppy in him, to be sure.
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The Dreaming Time comes to us all someday, if we are fortunate enough. We just walk to the other side and meet the loved ones we haven't seen in awhile and wait for the loved ones who will be along a little later. I hope his spring never ends.
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He's outlived expectation, and every day, now, is a gift.
He's been more than worth it, and would have been had he not lasted as long as he has.
Come November, I will have had 12 good years, where he has been a faithful, attentive and sweet-natured companion.
There is, I think, no better dog on Earth.
And yes--I hope that when his time comes, it will be in his sleep, no more than a moving from one dream to another.
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He hates it when people cry!
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