I had another topic picked for today’s content post, but I’ve just not been able to sit down and make myself write about it. Why? Because last night we discovered our dog, Dale, had died sometime since Sunday afternoon. And to top off this horrible experience, Cameron found him when she went out to feed him yesterday evening AND we just celebrated his 3rd birthday Sunday afternoon.
Dale was a registered border collie. I fell in love with him from the beginning as he was brown and white instead of the black and white that you see so often here. We also had to have him because he came from my dad’s dog, Sheba, who has been one of the most wonderful dogs I’ve ever known. She’s loved and protected Cameron since she began crawling, and so when my dad said that her puppies (3 years ago) would be her last litter as she was too old, I knew we had to have one.
We have no idea what caused it. Daddy saw no signs of a snake bite (my first guess), but h is was so furry that it would be hard to find those signs. I guess we’ll never know. (I guess we could have done DNA testing or something.
Cameron’s been really worried. We did our instant hold each other and cried a few tears, and everything was better, but all day there’s just been passing comments about him. Little things, and I know she must have talked to my dad at length as she told me all the things he said it could have been.
Unfortunately I don’t have many pictures of him either, but I know I have a couple from the first year. I’m going to search through my digital pictures to try to find a few and make Cameron a collage to frame that she can hang in her room for a few years.
Rest in Peace Dale. You’ll always be in our hearts.




