Ronnie, as one of the people who commented on my previous post put perfectly, is barking
happily in Dog’s Heaven now. Though I have shared my special bond with him in
that post, I couldn’t help but write another one today.
When my dad told me yesterday that Ronnie is no more, I knew it was something I had known I would hear soon enough, but had hoped will never. It is strange to imagine my family’s home without the big black furry canine roaming about, strange to think of the breaks in their routine. No one needs to take him for walks morning and evening, no one needs to give him his milk and bread, no one needs to yell at him for sitting across the length of the room and making people hop over him to cross…Damn, it was a given that his woof would follow each ring of the doorbell, and he would consequently make it difficult for anyone to talk to the poor fellow at the door or let him in.
Ronnie had saved our lives on more than one occasion. He had alerted us at 1 am in the night that there was a snake in the driveway. He had come face-to-face with the serpent, and stood his ground, barking loudly, not letting it move an inch towards the house. He had scared away burglars (as one expects guard dogs to do). He had watched my baby nephew and would come and bark no end if he cried.
He is gone now, but I just wanted to let everyone know what and how much he had meant to me and my family. You will be missed, Ronnie Sherman.
When my dad told me yesterday that Ronnie is no more, I knew it was something I had known I would hear soon enough, but had hoped will never. It is strange to imagine my family’s home without the big black furry canine roaming about, strange to think of the breaks in their routine. No one needs to take him for walks morning and evening, no one needs to give him his milk and bread, no one needs to yell at him for sitting across the length of the room and making people hop over him to cross…Damn, it was a given that his woof would follow each ring of the doorbell, and he would consequently make it difficult for anyone to talk to the poor fellow at the door or let him in.
Ronnie had saved our lives on more than one occasion. He had alerted us at 1 am in the night that there was a snake in the driveway. He had come face-to-face with the serpent, and stood his ground, barking loudly, not letting it move an inch towards the house. He had scared away burglars (as one expects guard dogs to do). He had watched my baby nephew and would come and bark no end if he cried.
He is gone now, but I just wanted to let everyone know what and how much he had meant to me and my family. You will be missed, Ronnie Sherman.