Letter from the Editor: “Furever” Friends

By Leslie Moore

Letter from the Editor

I don’t believe I’ve ever lived without a furry companion; dogs, cats or both, but usually only one at a time. In 2001, my family suffered a great loss and, honestly, we were falling apart. That’s when the dogs started pouring into my life. I already owned a sweet little mutt, and though her love was unconditional, my young son needed more to help him deal with the loss of his father. I found a local rescue organization and adopted a hyper, fun-loving JRT, and, soon after, fell in love with another one. About a year later, I fostered yet another dog, and she ended up staying. That was four. Finally, about three years ago, I agreed to “temporarily” foster another senior dog, and she, of course, never left. Through it all, my two children and I slowly became whole again. Once again, we were a family. Caring for the dogs kept us grounded during some of the hardest years of our lives. Years passed, the children left to start their own lives, but I was never lonely, I always had my dogs.

But, I never thought about how hard it was going to be to lose them. None of them were young when they came to live with me, and dogs don’t live nearly long enough anyway. Last year, I lost two – Hermione, my original mutt died in the spring, and Jacky, my first adopted JRT, died in the fall. Both were very old, but I was still inconsolable. The others are still with me, but they are also old – ancient even. Every morning, my remaining three line up for their “treat” of peanut butter that hides the pills they need to get through each day. More accidents appear on my (thankfully) uncarpeted floor. Naps have become more important than walks, and playing is reserved for the increasingly rare day. I know their time with me is limited. Still, the beauty of their old age humbles me, and in spite of their limitations, all three have a zest for life that remains undiminished by the reality of their years. They enjoy naps in the sunshine, a cuddle or a pet, delicious treats that aren’t that hard to chew (old teeth), and just the joy of being loved, safe and secure. They are always smiling – except when it’s time to trim their nails. They are my family, my “furever” friends. And, when the time comes, I will let them go, and grieve the immeasurable loss of their comforting presence in my life. Until then, every day is a treasured gift.

All of the animals except for man know that the principle business of life is to enjoy it.

About this writer

  • Leslie Moore Leslie Moore is the editor for Strand Media Group. A 25 year resident of Pawleys Island, she is blessed with a life filled with the love of family and friends and satisfying work to do every day.

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