A Requiem for Prudence
On Monday, we lost a dear friend. Prudence was “just” a dog, an 18 year-old beagle who has been a part of our family for what seems like forever. Our youngest son Arthur was only a year old when we acquired Prudence on a holiday in Colorado Springs. She survived the Parvo virus as a puppy and later an attempt on her life by a temporarily deranged neighbor who clobbered her over the head with a two-by-four when she was 2.
During her short, albeit long dog life, Prudence made an impression on everyone who met her. She had a loving personality coupled with the typical woe-is-me visage that is frequent in canines of the hound persuasion, making her an object of adoration to all but the most hardened of hearts. It’s a good thing she was so lovable, because she was also the naughtiest dog to ever walk the face of the planet. Prudence never obeyed a command in her life that didn’t suit her own purposes and made a habit of peeing on the floor when it was colder or wetter outside than she liked. She was a woman who above all else, looked after her own interests. Fortunately, she found herself in a family of similar personalities, so she fit right in. She was an independent soul, and unlike other canine companions, who are often submissive to the master, it would seem that Prudence viewed herself as on equal footing with us, as we did her. Our loss is thus one of a true friend and not just the loss of a “pet.”
For 18 years, she persevered, beating the odds and coming back stronger than ever. As she aged, her hearing and then her eyesight began to dim, but still, she never refused an offer of a walk and continued to pursue the scents at the end of her nose with the gusto of a young pup. We were lulled into the belief that she was invincible and that she would be with us for at least another 18 years. Then about a month ago, she started lagging behind on walks, and eventually she stopped joining us completely. Her breathing became labored and eventually, her aged heart and lungs could no longer combat the realities of old age. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Some Buddhist and Native American cultures have the belief that the soul resides near the body for a period of three days after death. These three days are a period of adjustment for both the living and the dead. When the three days are finished, the soul is released into the infinite possibilities of the universe. I think it is apt that Prudence decided to leave us on Monday. According to the above tradition, she will find her final peace tonight, entering the world of the eternal on this longest, darkest night of the year, Winter Solstice. The darkness mirrors the vacuous emptiness that her passing leaves in our hearts and home but also reminds us of the promise of light and rebirth even in the darkest hours.
Tomorrow the night will be shorter and shorter still with each subsequent day. We grieve the loss of our friend, but tomorrow the sun will shine its light once again. The New Year and newly born sun will bring the promise of spring and new life, and so it goes.
For more info on Winter Solstice, see previous post: http://www.killingmother.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-solstice-2010.html
It seems you should be happy for her...Prudence was loved, respected and cared for her entire life. Better than most animals (including us two legged ones) can expect from this world.ReplyDelete
It is always hard losing a friend but reflecting on the good times you enjoyed with her and the good things you did for her...well, happy winter solstice!
What a beautiful tribute to a beloved member of your family...and I love the three days of staying by the body and then the soul is release and on such an auspicious day...ReplyDelete
I have two little dogs who behave similar to Prudence... they march to the beat of their own drums...LOL
So sorry for your loss... she had a long and happy life and was able to overcome because you loved and cared her...
Happy Solstice <3
Jim and Linda, Thank you so much for your condolences. Now that the shock of the loss is past, we are starting to realize how lucky we were to have known Prudence for a remarkable 18 years. Best wishes to you both for 2012.ReplyDelete
My condolences. We, too, have had similar experiences with "family" members who are still missed even after years. May she go in peace.ReplyDelete
I still miss my yellow lab, Carl Childers, and Kimba, the white German Shepherd. They were the sweetest of the sweet. Eighteen years is a good, long time but, killingMother, I'm so sorry for your loss.ReplyDelete
What a woman!
My condolences on the loss of your precious one.ReplyDelete
Texas Aggie, tsisageya and Eam, thank you all for your condolences. Every day is easier, but I suppose the void will not be filled - the price we pay for loving those we are destined to outlive.ReplyDelete