Remembering Eutaw

Whenever we’re zipping along the freeway on our way to downtown or airport, there’s always a place where our conversation pauses and we look to the right at a nondescript set of low buildings on a frontage street.

One of the buildings is an emergency veterinary clinic, which is where we took The Beloved’s old dog Eutaw two years ago today – the final day of her 16+ year life.  As we drive by, we always seem to say “I always think of Eubie here…”

She was a great old dog and sometimes it seems like she’s been gone a long time, and sometimes it seems like just yesterday.  Sometimes we say that Penny’s been such a good dog because she listens to the voice of that old dog that’s still in our home.

Sometime after that, The Beloved made a video of pictures from throughout Eutaw’s life.  Even today, there seems to be some dust in the room when I watch it.  (sorry for any playback issues…)

Thinking about you today, Brown Bear

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18 thoughts on “Remembering Eutaw

  1. There seems to be some dust in theartdept, too. So touching, especially when she gets greyed. The last two stills are fabulous (of course all of them are evocative). I bet she does give her guidance to all souls that come into your home and family. Good girl.

  2. I was touched by this, especially when the photos begin to show Eutaw’s face frosted with gray and white. Our culture doesn’t give personhood to dogs, which maybe in the long run is good—dogs probably don’t want too much association with human affairs, lol—but they do become part of our families and our hearts, and their departure leaves an enormous hole in them.

    My heart always breaks a bit when I see old photos of our pomerpoo, Josie. Small dog, great soul.

    • Thanks HG — I think of Eubie all the time — and she wasn’t even my dog! I know on times when I’m home and the Beloved and Penny are gone, the house seems so quiet. Even a dog sleeping in the corner adds so much.

  3. very sweet remembrance. i had a tabby cat named Cocoa. grew up with her from age 10 to 22 y/o. she was the best pet i ever had. –J

    “i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)
    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ”

    Edward Estlin Cummings

    • Thanks dertythirty — that’s a great poem, I’d never read it before. Sometimes it’s interesting to think of our lives in terms of pet-life-long chapters. How many chapters do you get? six? seven? Not many.

  4. How incredibly touching. These four legged furry sweeties have such a way of working themselves into every essence of our being . . . and when they have to leave us, we grieve (oh, do we grieve). But we carry some of their soul with us forever. We learn so much from them, don’t we? Goodness. I cannot wait to get home and hug my four-leggeds. . .
    Thanks for this beautiful tribute. Gotta go blow my nose now.

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