Where Does a Dog go When They Die?
Background
Good old trusty. Though she was a 13-pound peakapoo, her namesake was the old baritone bloodhound from Lady and the Tramp (that’s another story). We found her after responding to a classified ad for the only hypoallergenic dogs we could find, which was a requirement in our home. The “breeder” introduced us to a variety of mutts of different sizes and ages. She pointed out the black one with the white face that appeared to be protecting the only puppy in the group, almost as an afterthought. We knew the timid little misfit was the perfect fit for our family. We found out later, through the local news, that the breeders were quite the opposite of reputable, which we expect may have explained some of Trusty's initial wariness. One of my favorite memories was the morning after we brought her home. It was as if she came to life. She was surrounded by us three ecstatic kids giving her a milk bone, and her tail was wagging so vigorously the whole bottom half of her body wagged with it as she sneezed with excitement. It was pure happiness for 10-year-old me, and I liked to imagine is was for Trusty too.
