Nick the Dog | 1991-2003
On Dec. 2, 2003 in Port Royal, South Carolina. Nick walked away into a world he did not understand. To say he ran away would be a misnomer. At almost thirteen, Nick saved running for greeting friends and chasing the occasional squirrel or rabbit that might not make it to a tree or hidey-hole. They always did, even when he was young. He just walked through an unlatched gate in a quiet neighborhood.
When I met Nick he was at the pound in the “two-weeks-or-less-to-live” row. At ten months old, he was a big fuzzy puppy that had become a large unmanageable dog for someone. Not for me . . . he was perfect. He spent his life on my ranch or on faire sites where a car coming up the road meant a friend or a neighbor. He didn’t understand that the four lanes of 45 mph traffic lurking two blocks away meant 60 mph plus. He had become so deaf and his eyes were so cloudy that I hope he never saw or heard the car that hit him. I pray that his pain was as brief as my grief will be long. My life will always be enriched by having known such a noble and good-natured being, and forever lessened by his passing.
I love you Nick the Dog.