Cricket
May 23, 2008
Originally uploaded by Bradc314
Today is May 23rd, an anniversary. Three years ago today, I had to say goodbye to an old friend: my dog, Cricket.
Back in the late summer/early fall of 1987, my grandfather was very ill, and it didn’t look like he would be with us much longer. My dad and my brother hopped into the car and went to Arkansas to be near Grandpa. It turned out that this was not Grandpa’s time yet, so Dad and Neal headed home. With a passenger.
Cricket was only four weeks old at the time, and probably too early to take from her mother, but the conditions she was living in, she probably would not have lasted much longer. My Dad rescued Cricket and brought her back home with him. Mom was not pleased. At first.
Cricket quickly became a member of the family, and after I moved away, she was a good companion for my mother.
Cricket was with us for 17 years, long enough for my oldest daughter to get to know her and play with her. It was sad to let her go, and a little sad today as I remember her. There will never be another dog like her.
