- Posted November 28, 2012 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Loving and losing a dog: Your tributes
"My bestest boy"
- dsashin, CNN iReport producer
He was named Dickens because he was whelped on Christmas Day & "A Christmas Carol" is one of my favorite stories. He loved getting his presents on Christmas morning, sticking his blocky head into the gift bags & removing the tissue paper one piece at a time until he reached the bag of treats or - HEAVEN! - a stuffed toy to disembowel in less than 10 minutes.
He was mischievous & an inveterate food thief who had a taste for pizza "bones", jalapenos & pepper jack cheese. He once ran away from me at Crane Beach in Ipswich, MA - running down the entire length of the beach & back in pure canine joyous abandon. In puppyhood, he destroyed half of my baseball cap collection & I walked around with no insoles in my shoes for 2 years. He was also the most loving soul I have ever met, my boon companion whether we were being couch potatoes together or going away for a few days.
Dickens lived the last several years with a number of medical problems including a stroke in his spine & Addison's disease. In July, 2010, I was told he had advanced kidney disease & that the outlook wasn't good. Part of me hoped that he would pass away peacefully in his sleep so I wouldn't have to make the hardest decision of my life. Did I mention he was stubborn? My bestest boy hung in there to get through his 11th birthday and about 2 weeks later, I sat on the floor by his side, whispering "Thank you, buddy" into his ear as he took his last breath.
I have his ashes. They will be buried with me.
Erinhill's Christmas Carol "Dickens" 12/25/99-1/11/11