Today I’m celebrating the life and mourning the loss of my best friend, Nietzsche. We lost him unexpectedly to a rare build up of fluid around his brain stem that was disrupting the signals to his extremities and some of his involuntary functions. On Sunday April 23rd we were happily playing Frisbee in the park before a crowd of spectators. The next evening we were at the Vet’s trying to figure out why he couldn’t get to his feet. Since then, he has been the study of the small animal neurologist in Leesburg VA as well as neurologists at Cornell, North Carolina, and Washington State. He had ups and downs over the past two weeks and I yesterday, finally decided he had had enough. My girlfriend I took him in and had him put down yesterday. He passed with head in my lap looking me in the eyes. It was by far the most painful moment of my life.
If anyone knows me, they know Nietzsche. He has been my friend and my shadow for the past seven years. He has been with me through five moves, four jobs, and a handful of girlfriends.
Nietzsche was born on a horse farm in Rio Hondo, Texas in the spring of 99 and I’ve been blessed to have him in my life since. He lived life with the intensity of a superhero. To Nietzsche, the house was never safe enough, Frisbees were never caught fast enough and guests were never loved enough. He was King of the local park; a lover of women and scourge to squirrels everywhere. In my mind the definitions of intelligence, friendship, loyalty, perpetual-motion and love are incomplete without an image of Nietzsche.
He will be missed.
If anyone knows me, they know Nietzsche. He has been my friend and my shadow for the past seven years. He has been with me through five moves, four jobs, and a handful of girlfriends.
Nietzsche was born on a horse farm in Rio Hondo, Texas in the spring of 99 and I’ve been blessed to have him in my life since. He lived life with the intensity of a superhero. To Nietzsche, the house was never safe enough, Frisbees were never caught fast enough and guests were never loved enough. He was King of the local park; a lover of women and scourge to squirrels everywhere. In my mind the definitions of intelligence, friendship, loyalty, perpetual-motion and love are incomplete without an image of Nietzsche.
He will be missed.
for Nietzsche!
to all the dogs that briefly and lastingly enrich our lives.
