There is an old saying that “nothing lasts forever”. I can’t say that I fully agree with this sentiment. There is one thing that perhaps does last forever. That is love.
For anyone who has ever loved a dog there is a kind of silent empathy and understanding for what my husband and I have gone through today. Our dear border collie Bea passed her final hours in the warm sunshine streaming through a window, on this otherwise very cold day. After 16 1/2 years, Bea had finally run out of time.
There are people in this world who feel that grieving over the loss of a pet is silly. For those people, I am truly sorry. There is no bond more magical than that between man and dog. Anyone who has shared their life with a four legged friend knows exactly what I mean.
Bea was my husband’s dog. He got her as a puppy several years before he and I met. He raised her and trained her himself and did a stellar job. She became an outstanding American Kennel Club tracking dog. He trained her to find lost people and indeed she did…she found him a wife! It was at Bea’s tracking test that Alan and I met. I too, once trained tracking border collies back in the days when they were not a common breed. Ours was a match arranged by the Gods.
It is most unusual for a border collie to mature to the age of 16 1/2. Our Bea had all the right ingredients to travel such a long journey. She possessed a strong inner spirit, a spirit that sometimes didn’t serve her well. But overall it did serve her well, as it takes a spirit like hers to hike mountains at age 14 and to live to see a time frame of well over a decade and a half.
We now feel the enormous hole she leaves behind…
Rest in peace, dear girl. Track on…