Sunday, June 22, 2008


My best friend died yesterday. Alone and hurt along the highway. God I hope it was quick.
a part of me is gone too, as I never had a happier friend than Amos was.

Amos chose me for his pet, for his companion, not the other way around. When I first laid eyes on him in November 2004, Amos was boldly standing in the middle of a dirt country road, watching me in the truck driving up. He never budged from where he was planted, despite my honking the horn, waiting on me even then. I could not go around this young puppy either way, so I stopped and got out and asked him to move, trying to shoo him over. Instead, he came up to me and stood on top my feet, as close as he could get, rubbing my shins like a cat does.
I had no choice. I picked the little puppy with those huge paws up and put him into the truck floorboards, as I drove into Mulberry, Arkansas for a cheeseburger. I didn't get a cheeseburger though. I bought Puppy chow instead.

Being adopted by this pup lifted everyones spirits in a home where death was expected. I asked my friends if they minded if I kept the pup in their garage overnight, to be taken home with me the next day or so. These friends were gracious enough to allow that- despite his obvious mange. Everyone marveled at how big this pups' paws were, and suggested his name be "Bigfoot", and for a night, he was Bigfoot.
He became Amos the next morning. After his meal of puppy chow and some table scraps, Bigfoot crapped all over the garage floor. I renamed him Amos, which stood for "A Mess Of S--t".
Amos was right at home in the woods around us here. He ruled in these acres. Amos thrived on chasing squirrles, keeping skunks away from the premises, and swimming. Reliable watchdog, everready hunting companion, comic goofball.

The word "Authority" now comes to mind. Amos was the authority around here. Amos showed me better shortcuts through the woods behind us to Sardis' shorelines, and better paths through life.

Ten thousand memories of our friendship overcome me now. His welcomed licks and kisses home from work. Him and the leaf blower, how he hated that thing. Eating a peanut butter sandwich was the time I laughed the most. His only doghouse, he tore it up then chewed it up into a billion splinters. Amos rattling his water bucket, raising such a racket with it in his mouth, I dug a drinking pool for him. That worked for about a day, until he learned to wallow around in it and dig up the buried garden hose.
The holes he would dig. Why? Don't know. Amos must've thought them necessary, so. Who was I to question his authority here?

Thank you, Amos, for everything. I will sorely, sorely miss you friend.


Okiedoke said...

My condolences.

Abouna said...

It is truly sad to lose a dog companion (prefer to call them fur babies). I still break down and cry whenever I think of my little Rat Terrier "Baby", who died in 2002 at the age of 19. I grieve for her just as much now as I did the day she passed.

And I often wonder how I will be able to take it if "Munchkin" passes. There is just somethings about dogs that causes us humans to bond so closely with them. Perhaps it is because they are the closest thing to pure Christ like unconditional love. They teach us so much in life.

You, my dear friend, have my deepest sympathies.

Anonymous said...

So sorry to hear of the passing of your beloved AMOS. You have lost a dear friend, but the memories will remain with you forever. AMOS was absolutely sent to share his life with you and the both of you had a better life because of it. The CREATOR knows much of these things!

Guy S said...

I wonder if Amos is doing nothing more then scouting out future paths for both of you to follow, when he allows you to join him once again.

In any case, may the rawness of your hurting be eased with the healing balm of time and joyful memories you shared together.

theotherryan said...

Sad to hear about the loss of a beloved pet

The Localmalcontent said...

Thank you all- Mike, Abouna, Brother John, and Guy, even McGeehe on the earlier post- for the comforting words, your caring.

It was the toughest thing today, coming home to a quiet, empty house after work.
Made even more so quiet, by me having laryngitis since yesterday morning. No voice after such loud wailing Saturday night.

God Bless you all for your dear friendships and kind words.

vlad said...

I am very sorry about Amos. I will always miss my dog Wolf who was born on my birthday 1971 and died Dec 1982.
I know that you will understand this (written by John Ross author of Unintended COnsequences)

CGHill said...

Poor fellow.

Someone asked me once if I thought pets went to heaven. I said something to the effect that were justice strictly enforced, pets would probably have a better claim on the far side of the Pearly Gates than mere sinful humans.

The Localmalcontent said...

Thanks also, sirs, Ryan, Chaz, and Vlad. Your kind words mean alot to me, and imagining that you sympathize with my feelings now is a strength to me.

You all are special to me~!

Jungle Mom said...

Oh I am so sorry! The good ones manage to become a vital part of our life. We just got word our dear doggie in Venezuela passed a few weeks ago. I have not managed to tell my daughters yet.

The Localmalcontent said...

JMom, didn't you show a pic of that doggie before?
Either way, the sadness you must feel is what I feel, lately.

I can't sleep tonight without Amos;
it's 4 a.m. and I am still up awake.
Does this end? I didn't feel this away for my father's death...

Jeffro said...

Oh, man. I feel for you. At least Amos knew he was loved and had a fulfilled life.

Doesn't make it easier, though.