March 20, 2005
I just had a call from a wonderful, true friend talking about Soren. You see, my dog Soren passed away one year ago. If you haven't read my previous posts on him, he was my best friend. He died in my arms, trying one last time to make me happy. He had been ill for a year, and had finally given out physically. He couldn't go on.
The most difficult times in my life, he was there. Twice, I went through difficulties that left me kneeling at my bed, praying and crying to God to give me the strength and understanding to fix these most terrible conflicts in my life. As I knelt over the bed, I had a huge head nudge me. My beloved Great Dane was giving me strength. He spent his life like that. He constantly gave me strength and never asked for anything in return. At the end of his life, he still tried to do what was necessary to help me, with no regard for himself.
He died in my arms. One last attempt to make me happy. I carried him up to the stairs with tears in my eyes. I knew that this was our last trip. When we reached the truck, I asked him to get in. He put his front paws in. He was panting terribly. You would never have known that this was the dog that used to run over twelve miles a day. He pulled himself into the truck... for me. As we put himself into the truck, he gave out. He died before leaving our home. The most dedicated friend I've ever known. I don't have much confidence in God. But, there had better be a heaven. For Soren. He's better have found a Heaven that leaves him spending his days on the Gasconade River switching his tail over minnows in the water. He spends his other "day" time at the side of Saint Peter. When someone comes to the gates, they see this splendid dog by his side staring at them with concern. His eyes show a sense of intelligence that indicate that lying is not an option. His dedication is worthy of God alone. He was a great friend. Better than most people I've known.
My eyes are blurred on the fact that I had forgotten that it has been a year since his passing. Soren Kierkegaard Hockanson was the best dog that this world has ever known. He was the epitome of dedication, intelligence, love, and consideration. There has never been another dog in this world that exemplified what it is to be a human being... let alone a dog.
God take care of you, Soren. In my view of heaven, I'll be with you when I can, and we will fish the river forever.
Sometimes dogs are human
The most difficult times in my life, he was there. Twice, I went through difficulties that left me kneeling at my bed, praying and crying to God to give me the strength and understanding to fix these most terrible conflicts in my life. As I knelt over the bed, I had a huge head nudge me. My beloved Great Dane was giving me strength. He spent his life like that. He constantly gave me strength and never asked for anything in return. At the end of his life, he still tried to do what was necessary to help me, with no regard for himself.
He died in my arms. One last attempt to make me happy. I carried him up to the stairs with tears in my eyes. I knew that this was our last trip. When we reached the truck, I asked him to get in. He put his front paws in. He was panting terribly. You would never have known that this was the dog that used to run over twelve miles a day. He pulled himself into the truck... for me. As we put himself into the truck, he gave out. He died before leaving our home. The most dedicated friend I've ever known. I don't have much confidence in God. But, there had better be a heaven. For Soren. He's better have found a Heaven that leaves him spending his days on the Gasconade River switching his tail over minnows in the water. He spends his other "day" time at the side of Saint Peter. When someone comes to the gates, they see this splendid dog by his side staring at them with concern. His eyes show a sense of intelligence that indicate that lying is not an option. His dedication is worthy of God alone. He was a great friend. Better than most people I've known.
My eyes are blurred on the fact that I had forgotten that it has been a year since his passing. Soren Kierkegaard Hockanson was the best dog that this world has ever known. He was the epitome of dedication, intelligence, love, and consideration. There has never been another dog in this world that exemplified what it is to be a human being... let alone a dog.
God take care of you, Soren. In my view of heaven, I'll be with you when I can, and we will fish the river forever.
Sometimes dogs are human