Dogs are very special blessings in most instances (when they are cared for).Originally Posted by WWDog
I remember "Whitey." He was one of the litter that Dad said wouldn't be much of a "squirrel" dog, but, he caught my eye. Dad had his pick, but Whitey had my eye. Then, it happened. Dad was feeding the adult dog some chicken gizzards and Whitey found one. The pups were a little young for such food, and Whitey began to act strange and make strange motions. I soon realized he was trying to breathe but something was wrong. Well, the 6 year old diagnostician determined he was choking and went to work. By God's grace I managed to dislodge the piece from Whitey's throat and he made some noise.
I told my Dad, this was my dog, "dew-claws or not!"
To summarize the rest of the story, Whitey became the best dog Dad ever took into the woods, so dedicated to the hunt he once took a dive out of the moving truck to break a leg --but still treed the squirrel and remained on the tree until Dad realized Whitey was no longer in the truck. Turning around and re-tracing the route there he was, with his broken leg dangling, still at the tree waiting for the prey to be brought down.
But, the main thing about Whitey was his constant and devoted presence in the life of a young lad growing up through some tuff times. Whitey was always that sure, quiet buddy. How could I forget his jumping astride of a water moccasin two paces ahead of me and taking the full load of venom in my place, the quiet time on the back steps when he would come up, sit beside me and give that little "body nudge" thing. That meant I could scratch his head and things would be better.
What a short but special 9 years, when only one thing (on this earth) never let me down.
WWDog, you will have memories when your friends have to leave you, and I'm sure those memories will be just what you need, and you will always have them.
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