My Best
Friend, Eddie P. S. Gifford
©
Copyright 2004 by P. S. Gifford
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On July 5th, 2003 the final word, on the final page of the story of my beloved dog Eddie was composed.
How did Eddie come into my life?
When I was a very young
twenty one I had planned to go see a movie one early spring evening.
When I arrived at the theatre, I discovered that the advertised time
in that day’s newspaper had been wrong. I had forty-five
minutes to find something to do; it just so happened that in the same
parking lot was a pet store. I have always had a fondness for
animals.
It
was basically a pet supply store, but they did sell a few rabbits and
mice. They normally never sold dogs, but as soon as I walked in
I noticed a large cardboard box, placed by the door. I
inquisitively peered inside, and too my delight discovered that a
young puppy was sitting there.. My curiosity was now
peeked. I read the information on the card, that had been taped to
the make shift home. It informed me that the store owner’s
next door neighbor’s dog had an unexpected litter of 6 puppies,
Airedale terrier/ German shepherd mix.
Growing up in England, I had always desperately wanted a
dog perhaps clinging to a romantic notion that having a dog was an
enchanted experience. Maybe I had read one two many Enid Blyton
books, or watched too many episodes of Lassie on a Saturday
afternoon, but circumstances had permitted my dream to be realized.
As I peered in at this
little fellow, the last remaining pup of the brood, a strange thing
happened. - He looked straight back at me, as if to say "here I
am!" I somehow managed to pull myself away from his clinging
gaze. I then attempted to distract myself by glancing about the rest
of the store. As I peered at a rabbit, the puppy managed to
climb out the box and follow me! The owner of the store smiled in
amazement. "He has never done that before…” She
remarked in an amused tone.
At
this point in my life I was renting a second floor apartment, not the
ideal environment to nurture and take care of an energetic six week
old puppy. I bit my lip, pulled my composure together and
marched out of the store, trying hard not to look at the glorious
young dog again. The store owner, picked him up, and smiled at me, as
I left my ears were full of whimpering.
I discovered it difficult to fall asleep that night, I
kept thinking about him. It was the strangest thing this curious
little dog was turning into an obsession… The next day I tried
again to keep my mind off him, I almost succeeded. But at 5:30
the impulse became stronger than I could stand "I must have this
dog." My mind was made up!! Now the shop closed at six, I had to
move as I had 15 miles of freeway to cover. I raced to my car
and sped off into the afternoon flirting with getting a speeding
ticket. I arrived with moments to spare, hurriedly parked my car and
raced into the shop, my adrenaline racing and my heartbeat thumping.
I had made it, there was the box! I looked n, unable to conceal
my excitement; to my horror the box was EMPTY!! “AAArgh”
I thought, “I am too late, and someone else has taken MY dog!”
It was then I looked up and saw the friendly store owner -who was
smiling at me!! She went on to inform me she had seen the look of
love come over me the day before, and had put the dog safely in the
back room for me!! Her heart had told her that I was going to be
back. As she went back to get him, I don’t know who was more
excited me, or the dog!
So that is how I came to own my first dog. He came to be
known as ‘Eddie Valentino.’
There are a many, many stories I
could share about him, and perhaps one day I might. But as I sit here
and write my simple tribute to my beloved friend, on this the day of
his passing, a few major events come to mind…
Eddie had such a confounding
impact on my life, it is most difficult to fully express. However I
shall take an attempt to explain some of his everlasting effect on
me. Please forgive me as it is late, and my lack of real sleep for a
couple of days is having a marked impression.
My education into dog ownership began quickly I realized
just how dependent a puppy is. I was completely naive as to what dog
ownership fully entailed. The actual purchase of the dog was a mere
$35.00, after my first vet visit and pet store extravaganza; I was
soon up to the $500.00 mark! I was still a waiter at the time, so it
was definitely felt, but I did not care, nothing was too good for my
new best friend. I remember eating lots of spaghetti dinner and
macaroni that first month!
The very first night I brought him home, I had made a
bed out of a shoe box, and placed it carefully by the side of my bed.
My optimistic intent that we were both going to get a good night’s
sleep.-that first night was rather long! The only way he eventually
got any rest was by sucking on my little finger! The next night,
after a little research I wrapped an alarm clock in with the blanket.
This was a vast improvement, but he still felt a need to suckle that
finger of mine!
I
quickly established that he was a very active pup and that he
needed at least two hours of exercise daily for him to burn of
all of his energy, this in turn meant that I was getting two hours of
exercise. Each day we were to be found in the local park,
chasing, catching and playing. Building the foundations of a deep
trusting friendship.
The
months passed and circumstances prompted that I needed to find a new
place to call home, as I had to move out of my old apartment. I
regrettably had to get Eddie boarded a couple of times.
Eventually I discovered it, an apartment on the bad side of town, but
they allowed dogs. (Have you ever tried apartment hunting with a
hundred pound dog in tow?) I left Eddie behind when I was scheduled
to meet with my new landlord. He seemed to like me, and despite being
in a questionable neighborhood, the downstairs apartment with a small
yard seemed perfect. I mentioned that I had a “medium
sized” dog. He explained that the deposit would be higher but a
smallish dog is acceptable. A contract was signed. I shall never
forget the look on his face when he actually got o see Eddie!
Eddie started going everywhere
with me, even into the barbers, no-one seemed to mind! It seemed as
if the whole neighborhood knew of my unusual, half human companion.
He became my best friend, companion and protector. The bond between
us was incredible. You might find this hard to believe, yet he could
communicate to me, with a particular bark, or shake of his head.
Eddie also was a teacher, he taught me patience, but most importantly
he taught me how to love. When I was depressed, he was there to
understand and support. His dependence on me so much managed to
motivate myself as I would permit myself to let him down. I manage to
get my career going, moving up into restaurant management, the future
was beginning to look rosy.
My life went on like this for the next ten years. We
both had become older and wiser. Sharing many adventures and
experiences together. I was happy and contented with my life, yet I
could not help but think something important was still missing from
my life.
Then after
an intriguing set of circumstances at the restaurant I managed I got
to meet the second Angel God had seen fit to bless me with -my
beloved wife Sarah. We got engaged on the first night, moving in
together a month later…Love truly does work in miraculous
ways.
Eddie had
spent almost a decade with me at this point, just the two of us. .He
was rather jealous of Sarah right from the onset. As I hugged her
good night, he would gently growl, and attempt to push between us. It
was a tough transition for all of us. Sarah and I found a cute
house to rent, with a large back yard. Eddie quickly went to sleeping
on the bed next to me, to sleeping in a dog house in the back garden.
Sarah conceded after a few months, that okay, he could sleep in the
kitchen. This is where he slept, relatively contented for another
couple of months.
I
shall never forget the fateful night that things were about to
change. It was a late August, at the end of a glorious hot
Californian summer. We had a thunder and lightening storm, Eddie was
always terrified by them. At the second crash of thunder, we hear a
noise from the kitchen; Eddie had managed to jump over the gate that
had been put up in an attempt to contain in. As my wife still slept,
I watched as he cautiously nosed open our bedroom door and peered in.
I could not help but smile as he stealthily crawled to my side of the
bed. Then with a satisfied sigh, slumped down and feel asleep. From
that day forth, that’s where he continued to sleep. My wife
learned that a pet is part of the family too.
The last eight years simply have
flown by. So many things have changed, but there was always the one
constant in my life, Eddie. Over those years, he has gotten lost,
survived two surgeries, and has shared in a host of adventures. He
gradually got a little slower, significantly grayer, and in my mind
even more wise.
Up to about two weeks ago he was
still fairly active, but arthritis was beginning to dramatically show
its wear and tear upon him, essentially with his back legs and rear
hip. Yet, he still managed his daily walk around the park, even if he
had to stop with him and rest a couple of times…These were our
magic moments. I used to chatter to him daily, and he used to
intently listen to my every word… He knew when to reassure me,
he knew when to comfort me, and he knew when to make me laugh.
I understood the end
was coming, he was after all seventeen years old, and had already
beaten the odds; I started to say goodbye to him.
This morning,
despite his best efforts he was no longer able to get up. During the
night he had needed to relieve himself, and was unable to get up to
go outside. He has always been fanatically house broken. Waking me up
in the night if he needed to be let out. But this morning I awoke to
discover he had soiled himself, and was lying in it, he looked up at
me with a combination of embarrassment and anguish. . My heart ached.
I knew this day was going to be his last. With a little effort, I
transported him outside, and Sarah and I began to clean him up. I
wanted to give him a little dignity back. Despite his obvious
discomfort, he still managed to smile at me, even licking the tears
that were by now slipping down my cheeks.
The vet was called. An appointment was made. Three o
clock, this afternoon. I hugged him as I wept; our time together was
quickly fleeting. I fed him six hot dogs, his favorite food which he
eagerly devoured. I lay down next to him, talking and singing to him,
as he talked and sang back.…
I would not have had the strength of will to transport
him to the vets myself. As it happens I am fortunate enough to be
truly blessed with a marvelous brother and sister-in-law, Dwight and
Rhonda. Dwight’s brother, a fireman, had just flown in for a
visit from Chicago on his way to Hawaii. It was decided that they
were going to take care of it for me, realizing that I would not be
able to. At the allotted hour they dutifully arrived… Eddie
required to be carried off in a blanket, as his ability to walk had
completely been lost. He refused to even try. He was placed in the
back of Dwight’s truck...I hugged him and kissed him goodbye,
for the last time, completely overcome with emotion, I almost
vomited, I was so heartbroken -then they drove off.
I was told that his final passing was
quick and painless. The vet was apparently also in tears when they
were informed of my Eddies story. They were amazed to discover that
this dog lying in front of them was a remarkable seventeen years old.
So this brings me to the
end...a brief summary of one wonderful life. A life that taught me so
much about love and loyalty. A life that has improved my life in more
ways that I can ever express. I truly believe that the wonderful
existence that myself and my family share right now, would not
have happened without my treasured Eddie Valentino. I whole heartedly
contend that he was sent to guide me, to show me how wonderful life
can truly be.
Eddies
memory shall always remain deep in my heart.
Now to the future, I have two other dogs, Chester and
Tasha, both were rescued, both amazing stories in there own right. As
it happens Tasha is asleep at my feet right now, right where Eddie
used to be.....
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