the name that Malcolm sent to me in a dream
when I asked him the night before what to name the new guy.
The dream showed me 2 Rotties, one
which was Malcolm who barked at me! I saw them laying in the same
position, one a few feet ahead and about 5 feet apart like a card
position. Ok! "Deuce" is the dog who precedes Malcolm. What shoes to
fill!
He was not always perfect. He found the garbage
to be worth the scolding. Yum. I had to laugh because he tried to
hide his 120lb. body in my small house. He would not greet me at the
door when he did this. Once he ate 2 loaves of banana bread off the
counter (fresh out of the oven, too). His stomach was three times
the size! At doggie daycare he and a Bassett buddy broke into the
lobby treats and a bag of yummy cat food to the point he could not
even crawl to me when I arrived because his belly was so scary full.
Then there was the spicy chili I left for a few, only to return to a
lick out of the pot, a spoon on the floor, a laughing Labrador, and
a Rottie that was so busted with a dab of sour cream between the
eyes and lapping up all of the water! Then I got him with a snappy
trainer and a video camera where he learned that garbage is "scary"
and "Flintstone ran" from the kitchen.
I really miss even that about Malcolm. Words
just don't do him justice. You had to KNOW him. Guaranteed, you
wouldn't ever forget him either. I await the day when I can make up
for all the time he missed on earth because he was taken much too
soon. I owe him even so much more than I gave him. He never showed
me how much pain he was in and he always protected my heart at the
expense of his own. We were closer than "white on rice" as they say.
My clients have been wonderful with sympathy cards, shoulders to cry
on and the sweetest words. They really did "know" him.
I can only hope to see him again someday soon,
getting in the garbage. Malcolm will be forever in our hearts.
Germaine, Jasmine and all who knew him
