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Sleep Well My Gentle Giant
By victorianbybirth in sodomizing my vast imagination one blog at a time
December 16, 2010

Image In 2003 my daughter & I were bored & decided to go pet animals at the Animal Defense League. While there we saw the cutest dog, stocky body, curly tail, wrinkled like a Shar Pei with the same face & bright green eyes. Oh he was the cutest dog I had ever seen. The last thing we needed was a dog, but we couldn't walk away from him. He had been brought in by an elderly lady that found him but she found she couldn't keep him. She took him to the shelter with his blankie & his toys in the hope that he would find a good, loving home. That afternoon, we drove home with our puppy. His name at the shelter was Ojo, because they said he looked like a bear, but when they told us his birthday, my daughter changed his name to Duncan, after Tim Duncan, because he was her favorite player & they shared a birthday.

When we got him home, he was too little to just be put in the backyard, so we kept him inside. He wasn't potty trained & I worked & my daughter had school, so we read up on how to train puppies. We read that containing them was best. I couldn't bring myself to lock him in a cage all day so I found a playpen at a garage sale & that was his room. It was plenty of space for him to play & it worked in regards to potty training. One day I came home to find his playpen gone. I wandered around and found it wedged in the hallway, the side had been chewed through & his stuffed animal was wedged in the hole & he was trying to get it out & moving furniture at the same time. It was finally time for him to live outside.

Two years later, while driving to work on a cold foggy morning, I saw a tiny puppy on the side of the road. I pulled over & this little thing was sitting next to his mother who had been hit by a car. I picked him up, we went to work & then we went home. This was a much smaller dog & he was forever whinning & crying so he was to be named Barkley aka Charles. Duncan was much larger than Barkley but he LOVED him. He would roll him over with his giant paw & nuzzle him. They quickly became the best of friends, Duncan even graciously shared his food & bed. They were like the Bulldog & the little yappy dog on the cartoon, but when it came to aggressiveness, it was all Barkley. He would go after anything he felt threatening, so as Tim Duncan is called, so was our Duncan known as the "gentle giant". Barkely cleans his ears everyday, he knocks Duncan over, sits on him & licks inside his ears until he feels they are sufficiently clean & Duncan lays there & takes it! He also just sits on him like a stool whenever he feels the need. They are very funny dogs!

For 5 years those dogs have been together, sleeping together, going to the vet together, etc. Whenever Duncan was seperated from Barkley, Barkley cries until Duncan comes back. About a month ago Duncan had an allergic reaction & my husband took him to the vet, even though Barkley was fine, he took him too because it was late & Barkley would keep everyone up crying (and he would too).

Today, Barkley is crying, has been non stop, even breaks into those mournful howls. Duncan unexpectedly passed away early this morning. We don't know what happened, everything was fine until it wasn't. The vet was unable to run any labs before he passed away. My husband believes it was an embolism, I just hope he didn't suffer. He will return home to us in a couple of weeks in his ceramic urn to join those that have passed before him. That is no consolation to that yappy little dog who won't stop crying. I can't blame him though, I can't stop crying either.