Puppy Tao has been upgraded, so this post has moved. It will eventually be unavailable at this location.When I graduated college, one of the first things I did was start a search for my first dog. My old friend and dog expert, the oft-mentioned Jill, was my roommate at the time and was looking for a dog herself. We ended up getting littermates: my beloved dog Gus, who died in 2008, and her equally beloved Finn, who died a few hours ago.
Finn has appeared many times here over the years, and I have always loved him for the extraordinary dog he was, mixed with a kind of bittersweetness ever since Gus died.
I remember Finn at 8 weeks, when he first came home from Maine. I remember his sweet face before it turned sugar-white and how serious he looked when he would watch you talk to him, as if he was trying to learn English well enough to anticipate what you would say. I remember the way he would play with the new puppies, both Jill's and ours, years after we were no longer roommates. He played with Comet and with Jax both as babies, and he was one of the most steadfastly happy, kind-hearted dogs I have ever known.
Jill took this photo when I came to watch Lush compete at Westminster
a couple of years ago.
A year or two ago, when Finn's arthritis was acting up and Jill didn't know if she'd have a few months or a few years left with him, I wrote him a letter and sent a care package for his birthday. Truly a silly thing, to send a dog a letter, but if there was ever a dog worth corresponding with, it was Finn.
I had just stumbled across an Eric Whitacre setting of an e.e. cummings poem, and while I was learning and rehearsing it, I couldn't help but think of Finn over and over, so I wrote him a happy birthday note with some lines of the poem in it, care of Jill, and I sent along some smelly salmon treats and a nice dog toy because I'm not crazy and I know dogs don't actually read.
The poem is about being thankful for the day, and "for the leaping greenly spirits of trees / and a blue dream of sky;and for everything / which is natural which is infinite which is yes" (2-4).
If there was anybody who was a leaping greenly spirit, who was a blue dream of sky, who was natural, infinite, and forever yes, it was Sand Dancer's Infinite Sky, my friend Finn.
I do this a thousand times a year, and a thousand times they come racing back, steaming their breath in clouds around their heads, pounding the dry dust of pine needles. More than a few of those thousand times, I let myself hope that Gus will somehow come back with them, like he did so many times, as if his complete faithfulness would let him cheat death and come racing back along the trail to me.
So now when we are among those green spirits of trees, and when the sky is an infinite blue dream, and I whistle toward the bend in the trail, I'll crane my neck a little farther, and I'll let myself hope that just a moment behind Comet and Jax will come Finn and Gus together, wise and fast, clouding the air with their breath, leaving puffs of pine dust behind them.
Wow. Just beautiful.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing.
I know what you saw in Finn the first time I saw a photo of him I felt he was one with nature a spirit of the wind, the sky and the earth. Forever I will see him any time my I eye catches the magic of the beauty of nature - there will be Sir Finn smiling with that wise, knowing frosty faceReplyDelete
What a wonderful tribute. I'm so sorry for the loss of this gorgeous angel.ReplyDelete
Such a beautiful image of brothers Gus&Finn tearing down the trail back to you. Thank you for your eloquence for my dog at a time words fail me.ReplyDelete
Such a beautiful and loved pupper. I will miss him too. Prayers for Jill Simmons and family.ReplyDelete
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