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How Will I Know<br />
When I’ve Owned My Last Aussie?<br />
Teresa Pierce • Renton, Washington<br />
As a young girl, a blue merle with marbled eyes and an undocked tail<br />
followed me home from school (with a bit of coaxing).<br />
Blue became part of me, left indelible paw prints in my<br />
heart. Then, after college, jobs, a marriage and divorce,<br />
again an Aussie rescued me, and me him. I think I shall<br />
never love anyone or anything as much as I loved Roper.<br />
Then, I adopted another rescue, a friend for Roper. Cricket was a<br />
retired Grand Dame of the show world. Later, Roper, Cricket and<br />
I added yet another female, Annie, to make Roper’s harem of girls<br />
complete.<br />
Those were the happiest days of my life. I lived and breathed<br />
for my dogs. Eventually, Cricket passed. It was hard on all of us.<br />
Three dogs had been the perfect number because no one’s ever<br />
left alone.<br />
Losing Roper was heart wrenching, truly the saddest days of<br />
my life. He was the center of my soul. How can a dog mean so<br />
much, the bond be so intense? I could barely breath for a month<br />
afterward it hurt so badly. But, I needed to go on for his mate, my<br />
beautiful sweet Annie. She and I grew quite close to each other.<br />
I told her that she was the last piece of Roper I had. We mourned<br />
Roper’s loss together and were never the same without him.<br />
After Roper’s passing, I left everything as it had been: the<br />
double doghouse, the two dog beds, even two food bowls, although<br />
only Annie remained. I reminded myself of a parent who cannot<br />
bear to dissemble their late child’s bedroom. Through the tears,<br />
I saw Annie was so lonely. So, I brought home Taylor. Since our<br />
Annie’s passing, Taylor and I are now alone. He and I mourned<br />
Annie’s passing together, which felt like losing Roper all over<br />
again. Before she died, Annie taught Taylor "the ways,” the same<br />
ways that Roper and Cricket had taught Annie.<br />
Now, 61-year-old me and 12-year-old Taylor remain. Where<br />
does it stop? Or, should it? The little farm I bought for us all seems<br />
empty, no more goats, Taylor is too old now to hike the trails we<br />
all enjoyed so together. My life will be so very empty without my<br />
Aussie family, so much of my identity. Will I travel? Will people<br />
even recognize me without my pack of friends?<br />
I used to unfold a picture of my dear Roper and set it by the<br />
bed when I traveled for work. Now, their ashes all sit in boxes on<br />
my bed stand. I no longer worry if they’re okay with the Petsitter.<br />
There’ll soon be silence, no “flap-flap” of the dog door announcing<br />
their arrival and departure, no shared shifts patrolling the property<br />
all night, no announcing visitors at the gate. Their only fault is that<br />
they don’t live long enough.<br />
My dogs have each been rescued or re-homed. Some of the<br />
nation’s best breeders have trusted me to love their dogs until<br />
their last breaths and I have, gladly. What did I ever do so right in<br />
my life to have been accepted and loved by these living miracles<br />
called Aussies? Could I ever love a new puppy without it ripping<br />
my heart out over the memories? Who would teach it the ways?<br />
If I got a puppy in a couple of years, I’d be about 75 yrs old when<br />
it passed. I won’t let myself die having left a dog behind. The real<br />
question is, could I go on living without an Aussie?<br />
94 AUSSIE TIMES <strong>May</strong>-<strong>June</strong> <strong>2018</strong>