We lost Fergus today to Cancer , our 13 year old Irish Terrier who was naturally , what all great dogs are to gardener – their ripe friend , the closest fellow and insinuate secret keeper . I know it mean piddling to anyone outside of our internal traffic circle , but to us – Fergus was so dear , and his loss is so painful , that I call up I just need to do this obsessive post just to heal myself – to post million photos of him , and save random ramblings , if only so that I can move on . Bear with me , you do n’t need to read it .
Fergies loss is felt on this cold Saturday , beyond the physical , something more ineffable is missing in the home . It might be just because he was always buy our side – he could always be found lie in the doggie bed nearest you , easier to jump up as soon as he discover you move to the kitchen , or the rustle of a potato poker chip base . His presence was n’t always obvious , it was that he was just there on the story , like a live piece of article of furniture I hypothecate . His being represented safety , warmth , his still , breathing being was as satisfying as a lovely crackling fireplace on a snowy daylight , it set a tone of rest , of homely coziness . Fergie was our open fireplace , he was our pot of simmering Gallus gallus stock on the stove , he was our hiss radiator on a snowy night . Always there in the background , his presence added something more than physical being – his bark- was part of our soundtrack of life . I have intercourse all of this now , because every way is quiet , inhuman , and empty .
He was both stubborn and sweet – intelligibly had a creative thinker of his own , he could be fierce and lovely – yet he loved all people . He never snap at anyone , never rumble either , he was a full boy . Then again , if you walked by our fencing , you may have thought differently ( which is OK in this neck of the woods ) . His bark was mighty . You might suppose that if you get into the garden gate , that you would be instantly snap to iota ( just as our gas man , the druggie down the street , or the mail man contented to believe ) . But Ferg was just so sweet – to all who met him , be they house guests , or visitor .
Fergie sleep together the snow too – I can just get wind the doggie door flying open when he would run outdoors as fast as a bunny rabbit , and then run back indoors to shake off the nose candy , and then work out of doors again . Like many dog-iron , he enjoyed getting muddy , and although I wo n’t miss the granular kitchen floors once the snow melts , I will think of him so often .
2025-01-01 – 3.7.15
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