Dogs have a magical ability, a canine superpower if you like. They can make a human fall in love with them at first sight. They use various tactics to achieve this. Sorrowful eyes, droopy ears, cuteness or sometimes just being different.
Pippa was different from the rest of his litter. With a brown, shiny nose and a hint of beige on an otherwise white body. But it was his calmness in the midst of chaos that struck this family. He didn’t jump or bark for attention as his siblings did. He just sat quietly in the corner watching us. And with that innocent stare, he captured every single one of our hearts. We took him home.
That was ten years ago. And over the course of time he managed to edge himself even deeper and deeper into lives of our family.
And in the same way he arrived into our lives, he left. Quietly and without a fuss. Waiting for us to leave the house. Not wanting to cause any unnecessary distress. It didn’t help. He left shattered hearts in his wake as he passed unexpectedly over the weekend.
I’m not sure what happens to the souls of dogs. I would like to believe that the special ones goes to some kind of dog-heaven. If that’s the case, Pippa would be king. Just like he was in our house.
I certainly didn’t expect the tsunami of tears pouring down the faces of my family when it finally sunk in that he is no longer with us. The end of an era. Who knew that a pet could become such an integral part of a household? It broke my heart to see Wife missing him so much.
The tears have dried up but our house will never be the same without our gay French poodle, prancing around like he owned the place. We will miss the ecstatic greetings, the demands for attention and the gallery of soft toys he destroyed. We will never forget the night he saved us from a burglary.
We might even miss your damn sock fetish, you wonderful creature you…