{"id":4204,"date":"2011-02-18T07:31:16","date_gmt":"2011-02-18T12:31:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=4204"},"modified":"2011-02-18T07:39:32","modified_gmt":"2011-02-18T12:39:32","slug":"one-of-my-oldest-and-dearest-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/?p=4204","title":{"rendered":"One of my oldest and dearest friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gary, has lost his 14 year companion Emerson. <\/p>\n<p>I first met Emerson when he was an enthusiastic puppy. Never was a more loveable dog, and no dog ever had a more attentive owner. When I had  a &#8220;pup&#8221; of my own, the Oglet, we went to visit and Emerson, curious about the short newcomer, gently nosed in and stole the pacifier out of her mouth, his tail wagging so hard it stirred up dust bunnies in the shop as he ran around with his pink prize. The Oglet, far from being frightened (for nobody could be frightened of Emerson) clapped her hands and squealed with glee. <\/p>\n<p>Emerson grew old gracefully, hips and back keeping him from chasing frisbees as he used to, but still active. Aside from a very few overseas trips, I don&#8217;t think Emerson and Gary were ever separated for more than a few hours at a time, they went everywhere together. Everytime the truck would stop, pull over, man and dog got out and watered the grass, looked at one another with appreciation of the job well done, and went about their business.<br \/>\nApparently Emers went with no excessive pain and with full awareness of his surroundings, being held by the man who had been his constant companion all his life. <\/p>\n<p>As I have often said before, if I die and I don&#8217;t come to the afterlife being greeted by all the dogs i knew in life, the Creator and I will have some WORDS.<\/p>\n<p>because it&#8217;s getting hard for me to see to type, I leave you with what the Master said on the subject:<\/p>\n<p>The Power of the Dog<br \/>\nby Rudyard Kipling<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>There is sorrow enough in the natural way<br \/>\nFrom men and women to fill our day;<br \/>\nBut when we are certain of sorrow in store,<br \/>\nWhy do we always arrange for more?<br \/>\nBrothers and sisters I bid you beware<br \/>\nOf giving your heart to a dog to tear.<\/p>\n<p>Buy a pup and your money will buy<br \/>\nLove unflinching that cannot lie&#8211;<br \/>\nPerfect passion and worship fed<br \/>\nBy a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.<br \/>\nNevertheless it is hardly fair<br \/>\nTo risk your heart for a dog to tear.<\/p>\n<p>When the fourteen years that nature permits<br \/>\nAre closing in asthma or tumors or fits<br \/>\nAnd the vet&#8217;s unspoken prescription runs<br \/>\nTo lethal chambers, or loaded guns.<br \/>\nThen you will find&#8211;its your own affair<br \/>\nBut&#8211;you&#8217;ve given your heart to a dog to tear.<\/p>\n<p>When the body that lived at your single will<br \/>\nWhen the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)<br \/>\nWhen the spirit that answered your every mood<br \/>\nIs gone&#8211;wherever it goes&#8211;for good,<br \/>\nYou still discover how much you care<br \/>\nAnd will give your heart to a dog to tear.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ve sorrow enough in the natural way<br \/>\nWhen it comes to burying Christian clay.<br \/>\nOur loves are not given, but only lent,<br \/>\nAt compound interest of cent per cent.<br \/>\nThough it is not always the case, I believe,<br \/>\nThat the longer we&#8217;ve kept &#8217;em the more do we grieve;<br \/>\nFor when debts are payable, right or wrong,<br \/>\nA short time loan is as bad as a long&#8211;<br \/>\nSo why in Heaven (before we are there)<br \/>\nShould we give our hearts to a dog to tear?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Gary often asked me- and claimed it would be his one and only question for the Creator when his time on earth had passed-<br \/>\n&#8220;Why did God make dog&#8217;s lives so short?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I can answer that for him now, without hesitation. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s to remind us how precious all life is. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gary, has lost his 14 year companion Emerson. I first met Emerson when he was an enthusiastic puppy. Never was a more loveable dog, and no dog ever had a more attentive owner. When I had a &#8220;pup&#8221; of my own, the Oglet, we went to visit and Emerson, curious about the short newcomer, gently [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4204","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4204","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4204"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4204\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neanderpundit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}