(And today I'm off to Berlin Film Festival to watch my sister's doco - I'll see you there...)
This is Tallulah, ten, and her new dog. We haven't met this wonderfully wet-nosed, tail-wacking galloloping little guy yet, but he is out there. My heart sinks.
|Me and my puppy, by Tallulah, 10|
All these years with four kids I've resisted getting a pet. "Nothing else in the house that poops" has been my rule. But we've been no match for the pestering powers of a tweeny girl who's filled her two-year campaign with folders, drawings and a ten-page essay about how much she will love him.
My final "yes" came last weekend after reading one of the comments on a New York Times story about the powers of a dog. The comment was a poem by David, written when he was 10 years old, and was so moving it drew 253 responses. David is now a very handsome 16. His mother, Linda, is a friend of mine and she tells their story....
"When my son David and I read the article Wonder Dog in the New York Times it immediately brought to mind our wonderful dog Goldie. David has been autistic since he regressed when he was two. Before that he was talking and playing like any child his age. Over a 3 month period he lost those skills and since then has been non-verbal and considered on the severe end of the autism spectrum. Despite every effort possible (we tried them all sparing no expense or effort) David has not improved.
David loved hugging one of our friend's dog and we debated getting one. David also never slept which made the idea of caring for one more creature just a tad exhausting. One day when he was four, we went Christmas shopping and saw a row of dogs waiting to be adopted on the side walk. One look into that rascally mutt's eyes told us she was the dog for us.
|Goldie and David at home|
The rescue agency warned us that she was "exuberant" but that was exactly what we needed. A dog that insisted to be played with. She and David spent many happy hours playing together and I knew that he was safe under her watchful eyes. Once she even pulled me out of the bathroom and to the window to show me that David had gotten out of the house. Lassie had nothing on Goldie! I often laughed that the mutt from the pound did him more good that all the neurologists and therapists we saw.
David has an amazing mind trapped in a body that does not do what he wants it to. Cuddling Goldie, David could feel where his hands were, where his body was.
Unfortunately, when David was ten, Goldie died after being hit by a car. We mourned her passing, she was that once-in-a-lifetime dog. David has never learned to speak again, but he has learned to type (albeit painstakingly slow). He once loved writing poetry and wrote this poem in honor of her:
Bye Golden Dream Dog
Dog you are free and
your soft brown eyes see the word as big
your strong fast legs run and run
you are at home in a countryside
you run free.
You are mine Goldie
you were my friend without ignoring me
you were a boy's dream come to life
you knew how I wanted to play
you were friend to me.
Dog you were
You were Goldie.
We loved you
so goodbye with tears and a toss of a ball
be happy and wait
we will play again.
I'm not a doggy person, or a pet person for that matter, but that story and poem was very moving.ReplyDelete
We have a goldfish. I can cope with that amount of poop.
Fab self-portrait by Tallulah: talented girl,
Awesome story, Jody.ReplyDelete
I grew up without pets, but have had a number of dogs in my later years. That Goldie was a great creature. A pet and a life-saver.
Wow, great story.ReplyDelete
I always wanted a dog growing up. Now my girls do. I think we'll get one when they are a little older and be more responsible for it.
OMGosh, that is heartbreaking and beautiful all at the same time.ReplyDelete
We have more dogs than kids. Clearly we are deranged. Don't ever knock on our door.
OMG...that poem is so sad, but so amazing.ReplyDelete
Having spent all morning in a car with Vinodog 2 (who doesn't travel well), because she was due for a routine check up at her Vet's in Martinez, I'm having a relaxing afternoon....phew! But, I wouldn't change a thing...dogs are a gift from God (or whomever!)
Dogs are quite different to any other pet I think, they really do become part of the family. Maybe I'm just saying that because I'm not a cat person. Lovely story though.ReplyDelete
What an extraordinary poem! We are cat people - I like their snootiness and 'take it or leave it' attitude. Daughter longs for a dog, so whenever it rains (which it does a lot in England!) I remind her that she would still have to be walking her dog in the vile weather. It's worked so far!ReplyDelete
What a touching story! So sad, but so sweet. Dogs are definitely special. Perhaps a lot of work and money, which has kept me from getting a dog again, but they really are a family member once you get one!ReplyDelete
It has taken me so long to visit blogs lately! To answer your question, even though I was born in the states, I am mostly British :)
I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Doco is my word of choice just now - I could watch a doco every night.ReplyDelete
Oh dogs, we have such a wonderful relationship with them, I can't wait to get two when we move way out to the country.
This is an amazing story! Dogs are such a wonderful addition to any home but Goldie certainly had a special one!ReplyDelete
That about brought me to tears. It's amazing what animal therapy can do and how unconditional they love you. And, they're the best "alarm" systems your home will ever know.ReplyDelete
Your daughter's picture is adorable. I share your feelings about getting another dog. We had two, but when we lost them within a year of each other, we decided we needed a break from pets for a while. Maybe when our kids are Tulullah's age we'll revisit the idea.
WOW!!! What an amazing and touching story of the power of dogs. We lost our family dog last summer and after months of pestering just brought home our new dog last month. He is such a sweet rascal and brings a degree of joy and an energy that only pets can do. The unconditional love is mind blowing.ReplyDelete
You always manage to make me laugh, cry or smile :)ReplyDelete
My husband is allergic to animals so we have an outside dog. Our "puppy" is a mix of black lab and a golden retriever and he is the best dog ever!
Is Tallulah taking art classes?