I have such bittersweet memories from this day.
Biscuit is the young, yellow pup and she’s a very good girl. She belongs to Tim’s dad and also happens to be the most polite dog in the world. If she was a person she would always remember to say please and thank you and she wouldn’t be caught dead with her elbows on the table.
She and her friend Curly had fun chasing each other up and down the beach at Lake Champlain that day, racing each other through the water and wrestling over precious sticks. This stretch of sand was bliss for these playful pups.
Curly’s big brother Strider had been sick for a long time, and the day we visited he was on his very last legs. He followed us slowly down the beach, enjoying the smells and the waves and the wind in his face. He didn’t seem to mind that he couldn’t keep up with the other two when they raced ahead; he was just happy to be part of the action.
It was pretty clear to us all that these would be the last photos of the two boys together. I didn’t want to draw too much attention to it so I quietly snapped a few portraits of their special guy. I was glad to have a moment when both dogs flopped down together in the sand so that I could photograph them side by side; these gentle giants were such good pals and their affection for each other was remarkable.
The sweet old gentleman in the photo above is gone now, but I’m so happy to have known him for that short time. He was a smooch, a happy soul and a very good singer. I hope there’s a big beach for him in doggy heaven where he is running around without pain.
I know somebody has already written a song about this, but dogs really are the best people.