Quixote
I am in
such deep pain and hurt today, because of the lost of the most beloved
pet I have ever had. His name is Quixote and I know he will be waiting
for me over The Rainbow Bridge. God couldn't have created a creature
that was more loving than he was. He first allowed me to adopt him in
1987. I saw a sign for free puppies and went to check them out. I saw
this beautiful black and gray puppy, clinging to his sister's neck
with a look that said "take me home, I need love." It took
less than a minute of going back and forth and trying to convince
myself "I don't need a dog", before he was in my car and on
the way to buy doggie necessities. I was right, a dog wasn't needed,
but a companion was and he became my companion. I held him for many
years. There were happy and sad times. I remember when I took an
apartment near my work and couldn't take him with me.
I have a compassionate and loving mother that took him in. This is a lady that claimed never to like dogs, but Quixote wasn't a dog, he was a member of the family. As the years dragged on, his health declined and he had good days and bad days. The arthritis took it's toll, but he had a compassionate vet that said there was no need to put him to sleep, because he was a fighter. I always dreaded the call telling me that he was dead or in too much pain. The problem was that call never came, but a much worse one did. On July 28, my mom called me and said we can't find Quixote. He was always an outdoor dog. We spent many hours looking for him in all the places, but never found him. I still hold a sliver of hope that he is still alive, but an elderly dog in Texas heat probably doesn't stand a chance. I thank the elderly lady who saw him out and tried to get him to come to her and read his identity tag, which has mom's phone number on it. She couldn't get him to come to her, but she was compassionate enough to leave water out for him. I also thank the elderly lady, who in her 80's went out with an umbrella during the middle of a hot Texas afternoon looked for him. We will probably never know how he got out, but hope and pray the last thing he remembered was an act of compassion.
I have a compassionate and loving mother that took him in. This is a lady that claimed never to like dogs, but Quixote wasn't a dog, he was a member of the family. As the years dragged on, his health declined and he had good days and bad days. The arthritis took it's toll, but he had a compassionate vet that said there was no need to put him to sleep, because he was a fighter. I always dreaded the call telling me that he was dead or in too much pain. The problem was that call never came, but a much worse one did. On July 28, my mom called me and said we can't find Quixote. He was always an outdoor dog. We spent many hours looking for him in all the places, but never found him. I still hold a sliver of hope that he is still alive, but an elderly dog in Texas heat probably doesn't stand a chance. I thank the elderly lady who saw him out and tried to get him to come to her and read his identity tag, which has mom's phone number on it. She couldn't get him to come to her, but she was compassionate enough to leave water out for him. I also thank the elderly lady, who in her 80's went out with an umbrella during the middle of a hot Texas afternoon looked for him. We will probably never know how he got out, but hope and pray the last thing he remembered was an act of compassion.
Quixote, I hope that my life was as good
as yours, so we can meet on the other side of The Rainbow Bridge. I
love you and always will.
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Memorial by:
John Zalabak