Some people are cat people. Others are dog people. Still, others are simply animal people. Then there are those who claim they don’t like animals at all. But one special animal can change all that.
Dagmar had a home already. He had a wonderful woman caring for him and loving him. But the man she met and married didn’t like dogs.
I hated dogs for a long time. I was attacked when I was 9, and it made me skittish around anything with four legs and a bark,” his dad said.
“By the time I was an adult, I had pretty much settled into a ‘You don’t mess with me, I don’t mess with you’ vibe. Then I met my wife. She had a dog. German Shepherd/Norwegian Elkhound mix named Dagmar. Dog came with the relationship. Which sucked. But this dog worked on me.”
“She was intelligent, loyal, dead quiet, and I believe possibly the greatest lover of Won Ton soup ever created. And through her general coolness, she got me to move from actively disliking her to eventually loving her.”
“When my kids were born, she would curl around their cribs. She would climb on furniture to actively put herself between anyone she didn’t know and the babies. She never moved in anger except once when she backed a flooring guy into the corner of our kitchen and wouldn’t let him go (turned out he had taken some cash from my wife’s purse). Short story long, this dog was crazy cool.”
Her dad realized just how much he loved Dagmar when she began having seizures. He thought she was going to die. But she didn’t. With proper medication, love and care, Dagmar could continue having a happy life. And she did. Over time, however, her health began to dwindle.
Eventually, Dagmar developed what appeared like a dog version of Alzheimer’s. She didn’t always recognize people and stopped being her usual happy self. They finally had to make the decision to end her suffering and to let her go.
“We put her down last Friday,” her dad wrote. “Everyone had thought my wife would be the mess, but it was me who fell apart. Who held this animal as she went out and thought images of hiking with her in Muir woods to give her energy a good feeling to fly out on. Even in death, she was my teacher, as I had an epiphany of ‘this is why some cultures ululate.’ The grief was so much, I wanted to yell to let everyone know that a great soul had left.
“She was 15. She was a lover of watermelon and won ton soup, a digger of gophers and an indiscriminate beggar of chicken. I miss her terribly.”
Source: We Love Animals