A Broken Hearted Memory Revisited
I once had a friend named Fallon. She was a Scottish Terrier.
She came from the state of Washington when she was just a little puppy.
Fallon was the only dog in our family to ever
fly-and she flew from the West Coast to the East Coast-that’s pretty far! She
was a year and a half younger than me, so I had to show her the “ropes.”
Fallon learned pretty fast, and she was great
to play with! We would run and jump on each other all the time. I even drug her around the floor while she held onto a pull toy. And she loved to swim! She would take a flying leap into the pool and splash around like no body’s business-what a nut! She was funny too! I thought I made a
lot of noise at dinner time, but she would dance around and croon until she got her food.
Some times I would just stop and look at her, but then I’d have to go back to my bowl.
Fallon was different though…she always seemed
more nervous than the rest of us, and she had this problem where she kept going to the bathroom. I worried about her, but she still played, so I didn’t worry too much. Then one day, I heard that Fallon was going to have to go to the hospital-they needed to find out what
was wrong. Our owner took her to the doctor one day and came home without her. I missed her, but our owner said she would be okay.
One day passed and then another, and then the next day while I heard concern in our owner’s voice, she still
said Fallon would be okay. Three days later our owner announced before she left
for work, that Fallon would be coming home today. I was so excited! I couldn’t wait to see my friend. A few hours later,
our owner did come home with Fallon, but Fallon did not move. She had died unexpectedly
from a complication of surgery. As I watched our owner hold her and cry, I moved
closer and cried with her. My friend would no longer play with me.
I never fully forgot that day, as that was a day
when my heart broke. But you know how with time, it gets easier to remember the
fun times? I will always miss her, but I DO remember all the fun we had!
Now we got another Scottie-we waited three years
after Fallon. His name is Trevar. He is nice, but he isn’t my friend Fallon,
so Darby played with him, not me. Then lo’ and behold doesn’t the
owner go and bring home another Westie puppy last year! I didn’t like her much, she growled at all of us in OUR OWN house when she arrived. Humphf! But as is typical, we all adjusted, and I have to
say, she’s not a bad new friend. So this year I started playing with her-it’s
kinda’ fun. But then, just as we started playing almost every day, the
unthinkable happened! She had to go for emergency surgery, the same type of surgery
that Fallon had when we lost her. My owner was scared and so was I! I kept thinking about Fallon, and I know my owner did too. We
all worried so much! Thankfully Rori made it through it all okay, and is now home and wanting to play. We didn’t lose our new friend, but we are remembering our old dear friend a lot more lately. Rori has some of the same actions that Fallon use to show us-a funny looking side
glance, a bouncing personality, and for some reason ever since she came, the owner unconsciously has called her Fallon on
many occasions. Coincidence? I don’t
know why ten years after Fallon left us, our owner began using her name? Why
will I play with Rori and not Trevar? Why was the heart breaking memory of Fallon
brought back to us in Rori? I don’t know the answers. But I do know I am
glad that Rori is home and feeling better. And I am very happy that I had the fun of knowing and playing with Fallon. I know, I will see her again and we will play, forever.
What is love?
A scratch behind the ear? A gentle belly rub?
A romp in the grass with humans or other animals? It is all of these things and more!
Simple things-nothing hard, and nothing you really
have to think about. A smile and a squishy hug, a special treat, or a small surprise
gift that was totally unexpected-so many small ways to show, “I love you.”
Imagine…it’s so simple…but yet hard for some humans to understand. I’m
glad I’m a dog, and I’m glad I live with my owners…cause I know I am loved every day. I am lucky.
|Here's our friend Fallon
|soon after she came to live with us
|Me & Fallon were getting ready for a dog show
|Fallon got under the table when I was getting powdered
|Fallon the summer before she left us
|She was always so upbeat
The Joy of Fallon
A toothy smile, a wiggle of joy,
A greeting from Fallon our pet.
Outgoing loving and kind,
She loved to swim and get wet.
She’d dive into the pool of water,
Splashing about the tide.
Nary a worry she carried with her,
As her merriment came from inside.
Playful she was but dinner was best,
As she crooned and danced about the floor.
Performing her “Scottish food dance,”
Always hoping, she could have more.
Friendly to all, shunning no one,
Constantly ready to greet.
And I always knew where to find her,
As she often lay at my feet.
© Dana Smith-Mansell 2003
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