The German Shepherd. I once had such a force of nature. Ben. He was like a little human in animal form – a being with a spectacular emotional range.
I loved Ben. That boy would have gone to war for me, and in a way, he did so every day, even when everything around us was peaceful. Once, three powerhouses came toward us on a sidewalk, clearly fueled by ‘juice.’ For Ben, there was no hesitation. He hit ‘ramming speed’ in seconds. It was war. The fact that he was a tiny speck compared to those bodybuilders didn’t matter one bit to Ben. We all laughed, mostly because we loved it. Who doesn’t love the soul of a shepherd? And I’m talking about souls that operate at the highest level when it comes to loyalty and kinship.
The last thing I whispered to him before he passed was that I looked forward to seeing him again. My boy.