An Epitaph for a Dog

1991-2007
Why an epitaph for a dog and not for one of my husbands? I have been widowed twice, and I have of yet to write an epitaph for either of them. I will write one for this creature.
I have never spent 16 years with ether husband, but I did with this dog. I had the longest relationship with this dog, more than any with any person that was not my of family. The love and understanding we had between the two of us kept everybody mystified.
He showed up on my porch with his litter mates, 1991. I had his mother and grandmother (I shot his grandmother, she was a bitch).
He never did ‘tricks’, and was never fond for toys. He was a working dog and proud of it.
He was welcome into everybody’s house; and all the other dogs enjoyed his company.
We protected each other from the dangers of this world as best we could. He protected me against some men, while I slept in my car. He helped me get home more than once- ‘To the truck, Brew, show me where the truck is.’ After we worked all day picking chanterelles. Finding the way out of the bush was at times, tricky, but he always knew how to get back to the truck.
Kind and loving, non-judgmental, what can you ask for? Never complained- well, sometimes he would whine. A joy to all that knew him!
When we were away from the islands, on the mainland, people would say that he needed to be on a leash. How could they not see he was leashed to my heart? He would never leave my side. If I went into a store or a Mall, he would wait outside, never leaving with someone else.
As a hunter, there was none that could match his skill. An accomplished tracker, he loved to hunt. I do hope that he has found the happy hunting grounds in the sky.
Bye Bye Brew.
Dee.