Camper at Night 2

Camper at Night 2

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Tribute to a Noble Companion


July 2012 has been one of the worst months for both Bubba and me that I can remember.  I have been unable to blog this month. The end of June was a wonderful visit from Amy and Amelia that I want to tell you about, but my heart is too heavy right now to tell about those good days.  I’m going to start with the worst and most painful event first..

On July 24, 2001, a little buff colored cocker spaniel was born in Baton Rouge, LA.  Amy had been watching for us a puppy and she called to report that our search was over.  We named him “Archie”.  Bubba had just finished reading a book about a lighthouse keeper who lived on a island with his dog, Archie, as his only companion.  Archie was the cutest puppy.  For some reason, his eyes were droopy and that just made him cuter.  He was perfect for us.  He was a low energy puppy who enjoyed naps as much as we did.  He was easily house trained.  To start with he stayed in a crate during the day while we were at work.  Bubba built a stand for the crate so he would be high enough up to see out the front window.  Later we did away with the crate and Archie had the run of the house all day long.  He was such a good dog.  In 2006, Bubba retired and he and Archie became constant companions.  One of their favorite things to do was ride through the neighborhood really slowly in the truck looking for other dogs for Archie to bark at.  Archie liked to sit in Bubba’s lap in the recliner and they would read or watch tv together.  He liked me too, but it was obvious that Bubba was his favorite human.

He traveled with us to visit Amy and Darryl.  He was such a good traveler.  He rode and looked with interest at everything.  He barked without fail when he saw a motorcycle or crossed a bridge.  When we got our travel trailer last year, he was always ready to load up and go.
Amelia loved him and he allowed it up to a point.  When we got a Skype call from her, she always wanted to see Archie.  When she visited, she rubbed his head and back very gently and said, “He’s such a good boy, isn’t he?”
About six months ago, the vet told Bubba that he was pretty sure that Archie had stomach cancer.  There was a good size hard tumor beginning to protrude from his addomen.  He said that there was nothing that would save his life.  Of course we didn’t believe it.  He had to be wrong because Archie was still Archie.  He was eating well and everything seemed fine, but then it became obvious that everything he was eating was going to the tumor.  He could no longer jump up on the couch or onto our laps.  He had trouble getting in the truck and the started sleeping all the time.  It was obvious that his days were numbered.  (The rest of the story is that I have had viral meningitis since July 3 so Bubba has also been having to deal with my being sick also.)
I came home from the hospital in a very weakened state on Wednesday  Bubba’s brother Joe and his wife Judy came on Friday to help us with what had to be done.  Joe went with Bubba to take Archie to the vet while Judy stayed with me.  What greater love could there be than to go through this painful experience with a loved one.  They said that the vet came out to the truck so that Archie wouldn’t have to experience the stress he always has with a vet visit.  It was peaceful and fast.  The vet said there was no other choice.  Joe drove Bubba home and then he buried Archie for him.  Then Judy brought out the delicious meal she had brought for us.  We were all hungry and we ate and the healing process began.
Once upon a time many years ago, I came up on a neighbor washing the food dish for her dog that had just died and she was crying.  As we walked back home, I told Bubba that I didn’t understand that because “it was just a dog.”  Believe me, I understand her tears now.
 Archie was a beautiful dog.  He used to sit on the couch and hold his chin up and his body so straight.  He was a noble dog truly a class above the others.  Rest in peace, Archie.  You loved us and we loved you.  I know that we will see you again one day.

Archie, July 24, 2001 – July 27, 2012           

My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.  ~Author Unknown






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