"...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands."

~~~Beth Norman Harris

IN MEMORY OF LOGAN

At 12:45 on January 11, 1999, Logan made his journey to the Bridge. My arms wrapped around him, I could feel peace fill his body which had become invaded with pain. I was lucky not to have known about the cancer until the end so I could treat him normally. The last few days were very tough as I watched a once strong dog become slow and sick, but the dignity with which he accepted it is the greatest gift he could have ever given me.

I have often said that if I could have put in a special order to God for my perfect dog, it would have been Logan. From the beginning he was my perfect boy…smart, sweet, beautiful, and totally devoted to me. Our connection was immediate and constant. I felt blessed every day, never taking for granted the wondrous life placed in my safekeeping.

There is a line in the movie Phenomenon in which, dying, he asks her to love him for the rest of his life. She replies "No, I will love you for the rest of mine."  And so it is with Logan… he owned my heart for nearly eleven years and will continue to reside there for the rest of my life.

I can't help but think of the many times that Logan came over to my computer chair for attention… and I asked him to wait until I did just one more thing that I felt was important.  I was wrong. There was never anything more important than spending time with him… and only now that he is gone do I realize that.  Please learn from my mistake… please take "Logan moments" with your pets.  Everything else will still be here when you get back.

In the final days of Logan's life, my friends put together a web page for Logan to surprise me and honor his memory.  It was filled with beautiful poems, many specially written, and personal messages.  With donations to bulldog rescue, they made Logan's life even more meaningful.  On his last night I printed the page and read every word to him so he would know how many people he had touched.  It was a special gift for a magical dog.

Lynda Lacono
January 11, 1999

 

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