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Winston February 12, 2008- July 16, 2020 |
Winston. Baby Winston. We called him baby Winston for his entire life. Not all the time, but we were never able to fully drop the baby from the front of his name.
Winston was the easiest puppy. From the very first day. At 8 weeks old, Daniel started taking him to (Strong Rock) camp with him every single day and leaving him outside for the whole work day. I was beside myself worried about that tiny baby outside by himself. But, in what would become the most consistent part of Winston's personality, he was perfect.
There was that time I had to rescue him from a bear there (that Winston never even saw), and the time he saw fireworks for the first time and then disappeared for a solid 24 hours and I about lost my mind. He liked to swim in the lake, and chase my car as I drove out of camp's long winding drive. He tagged along on trail rides with the horses and spent most of his time at the barn. He loved camp and was loved so well by everyone there, campers and staff. Daniel was his person then, and was still for his whole life.
When we moved to Asheville Daniel wanted to leave Winston at camp (with great people there), because Winston loved camp. And we just couldn't imagine taking him away from that place. In the end, I couldn't do it, I couldn't lose him. So he came to North Carolina with us and lived in a tiny town house for a year before we moved into our current house. I have always felt just a little selfish about demanding that he stay with us rather than live out his days at camp.
Winston was ours before we had our boys. And there was not a moment, at any of the boys ages or phases, when we ever had to worry about him with the boys. He was exceedingly patient, though slightly afraid of them--- especially during the toddler years. But so gentle. Always so very gentle. I remember that when Carver was starting to walk, he would hold onto Winston when he was standing. And Winston wouldn't move a single muscle until Carver let go; then he would usually discreetly move away :) But never when it might have caused Carver to stumble or fall. I have pictures of both boys as tiny babies sitting up against Winston, or laying beside him as toddlers and all through the years. I am so thankful for the friendship and love they each shared with Winston.
Winston was about 105 lbs for most of his adult life. He was described, frequently, by all sorts of people, as a gentle giant. He was not without his quirks though. He was deathly afraid of many, many things. Thunder and lightning, balloons, plastic bags (think the opening of a bag of chips- that sound), nerf guns, fireworks, and most loud noises. It was sad sometimes, but also just part of what made him unique.
He liked almost every dog he met; and even those he didn't particularly like, he was always quite the gentleman. He was a dog that never caused us any sort of worry or anxiety. He could meet any man, woman, child, or animal and he was just fine. He was well trained for sure, but so much of his behavior was just him- his temperament and personality that he was just born with.
In the five years that we have lived at our house in Ridgecrest he completely became the neighborhood mascot. Everyone knew him and loved him. He would roam the neighboring houses, getting treats from some that were bought by non-dog owners, just for him. Almost daily I would look out the window and see a car stopped in the road with the window down, petting him and talking to him as they drove on to their house. We got several calls over the years from people who "found" him after he followed people out of the neighborhood as they were walking. He always was so friendly.
Winston died on the evening of July 16, 2020. I don't really want to talk about the end. It was hard and sad and just...a lot. It wasn't too lingering, which was good, but it was difficult to watch him suffer and, eventually, not get back up. Daniel was with him at the very end, and that was exactly what Winston would have wanted. The grief has been consuming. As it always is when we lose a pet. He was beloved. And good. So good. The very perfect family dog and we miss him, we all do. I know that the sharp edges of grief eventually do fade, but I think a little of this heartsickness I feel will probably always remain. The love ran deep and he was a part of our family for a long time. I miss him.
I am so grateful for him though. For all his goodness and gentleness and love he showed us. He was a companion and a precious pet and we were so very lucky that he was ours. I could share a million Winston stories, and maybe I'll share more one day, but for now this is the best I can do. Two weeks without him and it feels strange and sad and...final.
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This was the day he died. And I love it so much. |
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Saying goodbye was heartbreaking for all of us. Managing the boys' grief with my own was difficult. |
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This is Grover, Winston's best friend. |
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This picture, and the one below, are two of my very favorite pictures, ever. |