by Emma Jones
She was a red chow, 16 years old. The vets were amazed at her ability to rebound from every ailment. Her name was Pokey. She had always feared the pool. She fell in at least a hundred times. We made jokes about me having to rescue her instead of the other way round. She would never let any stranger near my wheelchair bound Mother. It was the only time she ever bit anybody. NOBODY got near that wheelchair unless she knew them. She was ferociously loyal and defensive of Mom. She went everywhere with us. We crossed many state lines and she loved to travel. As her body got older and more painful,she got where she would stop at a certain place going around the pool at our house and just look at me. I had seen the X-rays of her spine... a bone spur on every vertebrae. The poor baby. She couldn't leave us unless we would let her. I had the dream of her curled up on the bottom of the pool. I became dedicated to going out with her EVERY time she went out. Except that last time. We were leaving Florida and returning north. She went out that Friday and by the time I left Mom's room... she was floating in the pool. 20 minutes of resuscitation would not revive her. We buried her at our farm. I still cry. I've lost my Dad, my best friend, and now my little dog. *sigh* They love us, dogs. They think we are wonderful. We form a special bond with them that no one else understands. It is personal. She was with me when we were alone together in Nashville. Just Pokey and me. I know she doesn't hurt now, but I do. There has to be a Rainbow Bridge or something similar. There just HAS to be! After all, God made them right? Maybe He just loans them to us and then takes them back. I can understand Him wanting Pokey back. She had the most beautiful face for a chow. She was mixed with collie, I think. She was the only dog I ever owned. I will always miss her. Goodbye baby dog. Run free now without that nasty arthritis. You are healed.
EJ

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