![]() Loving Memories of our Labrador Retriever, Alvin In the Spring of 1995, my husband and I were blessed with a clumsy, gawky, shy lovable Black Labrador named Alvin Wesley, who had been living in a no-kill shelter. Alvin was 5 years old and so full of life and mischief, very grateful for parents to love him and give him a place and toys to call his own. It was no mean feat to teach him that wallets, shoes and belts were not toys and to show him how to take walks and to play fetch. He "loved" to dance with me, which translated to standing on his hind-legs and giving me a big old-fashioned bear hug. It was as if he were slow dancing. He did it frequently! My boy was always there to greet me, even if I dashed out of the house for a couple of minutes. Alvin was a patient Southern gentleman who waited for his parents to come home from work every day. We always did. And he would faithfully greet us with his toothy grin and wagging tail. When I was discharged from the hospital and physical rehabilitation after serious injuries in the summer of 1999, Alvin knew he could no longer dance with Mommy. He was, however, my constant companion during the recovery process. His facial expressions were so empathic and calming. It seemed my little boy "grew into a man" over this process. Alvin hung out with me all day. We loved to sit in the garden...my boy preferred the shade of a glorious Night Blooming Cereus that had been given to us by an elderly neighbor. Given to her as a young girl, today I figure this plant is over 100 years old. We loved that it bloomed every seven years for us...a magical happening for sure. In June, 2004, we added some more joy to our home. My husband and I brought Alvin along for the final decision in the adoption of the sweetest puppy girl we could find: the sultry, initially aloof and intelligent Yellow Labrador, that we named Aunt Baby. As Alvin aged, she became even more sensitive, coming to get me in another room if he needed help getting up in his final days. On September 7th, 2009, my husband and I faced the inevitable. Alvin was so dignified but growing ever weary. We worried constantly that he would fracture his hips trying to get up, taking turns sleeping on the sofa and realizing that the quality of his life was suffering. We consulted with our wise Vet who concurred that it was time to say goodbye to our boy. My husband and I played Alvin's favorite Willie Nelson CD for him and gave him a big fat, juicy steak bone. Man, did he chomp down on that bone! I had always been so careful with the dangers of possible perforation. I just remember repeating in my boy's ears how proud we were of him for all of his good work and now it was time for him to rest. ![]() I believe those we love never leave us. In fact, I'm convinced of it. Since 2009, our plant has continued to thrive ~ as if it got a new lease on life. In fact, it blooms now every year ~ isn't it gorgeous? I know Alvin is looking down with joy. And Andy Jordan has an eerie respect for his older brother's special and everlasting shade plant. Recently in the Weeblyhood... Growing & Loving a Thornless Blackberry Bush via WarnerWords Birds 'f A Feather via Horse Biscuits Talking Walls: What do yours say? via flashPress Until next week, be happy and peaceful, mar
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Mike
11/11/2015 10:07:38 am
Good morning mar. What a heartfelt read this morning. This sure brought on some misty eyes. So many of us have suffered this pain and there is no doubt about how deep and lasting it is.
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Sunshine
11/11/2015 10:39:40 am
Awwww loved the story about Alvin. I couldn't agree with you more...our loved ones never leave us ❤️
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11/11/2015 11:14:51 am
Maria.....Oh, for the love of God, girl, I'm sobbing. As Oprah calls it, "The big ugly cry." What a sweet, wonderful yet heart wrenching tale.
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Oh Maria, a stream of heartfelt tears overflowed my eyes while reading this tender story. Alvin's love, just like Aunt Baby, Andy and any other dog are well and truly unconditional. They know what the true meaning of love is. And those of us who have experienced that extraordinary love are truly blessed. Yes, I believe that Alvin, Aunt Baby and Max have never really left us, but are looking down with joy on us. :) Oh and your Night Blooming Cereus is just beautiful!
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Your heartfelt story about Alvin brought both joy and sadness to me. I can so easily relate to the empathy that our fur babies show in times of recovery and during the good times. That same year, 2009, I lost two of my beloved fur children, one in July and the other in December. What a sad time that was. We were joyful that we still had one little girl who could carry on with the established traditions and who was able to teach our new boy the ropes.
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Karen
11/11/2015 02:12:53 pm
Aaah Maria. Just how I remember Alvin Wesley, such a sweet heart!
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Beautiful memories! Alvin Wesley was a very lucky and happy dog in his capacity as your 4-legged son, dear Maria. I'm so glad he was there for you during those dark years. He will always be in your heart and mind. Andy will be just like his older brother by the time he is 5 years old. Please give him a hug on my behalf :)
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11/12/2015 01:18:35 am
Oh so very sweet, Maria! I know I haven't been around very much lately but I do enjoy your beautiful posts and wonderful musical selections! I hope all is well in your world!
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11/13/2015 10:56:26 am
Prof. Mahreer,
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