Karen
05-25-2014, 07:35 PM
Memorial Day has never been for me "just" the start of summer, it has been since my earliest memories, the weekend where we think of the loved ones and service members who have gone on before us, and we visit their graves, tend them, and plant flowers. In past years, Memorial Day Sunday was the date we would spend in Findlay Ohio, at the great Dog Park there, and see Phred with Cinder and Smokey and Bowser, Diana and Amy and Ralph and their dogs, Anna and Mark and Bon one year as well as pretty Roxey, and Huney, Staci and her dog of the moment, Ashley with the amazing jumping Jack, Kimmie and Kia with Chipper - who crunched up the watermelon rind I offered him amazingly fast - and so many others.
Now I picture the spirit of Phred sitting on the Pet Talk bench, entertaining Gini with stories, and plenty of laughter, with all the Pet Talk Rainbow Bridge dogs and cats encircling them, just waiting for the treat that grew magically from Phred's pockets. I think of Sherman, whose golden eyes matched his stunning coat, even if they weren't very good for seeing, and how much he absolutely adored the peanut butter treats I had brought with me, and the not-so-subtle way he would instantly appear at my side when I opened it.
We miss them, but know Phred, Gini, Corinna, Molly, Terry and Jonza are smiling and laughing up at the Rainbow Bridge, and we are thinking of them.
And this is the first Memorial Day without my Dad, who is missed not only by us, but all the dogs of North Oxford, who knew his pockets grew treats for doggies who would "sit"!
Now I picture the spirit of Phred sitting on the Pet Talk bench, entertaining Gini with stories, and plenty of laughter, with all the Pet Talk Rainbow Bridge dogs and cats encircling them, just waiting for the treat that grew magically from Phred's pockets. I think of Sherman, whose golden eyes matched his stunning coat, even if they weren't very good for seeing, and how much he absolutely adored the peanut butter treats I had brought with me, and the not-so-subtle way he would instantly appear at my side when I opened it.
We miss them, but know Phred, Gini, Corinna, Molly, Terry and Jonza are smiling and laughing up at the Rainbow Bridge, and we are thinking of them.
And this is the first Memorial Day without my Dad, who is missed not only by us, but all the dogs of North Oxford, who knew his pockets grew treats for doggies who would "sit"!