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Remembering Ryce


My heartdog Ryce would have been 14 today. Last June when he left us, seems a lifetime ago and just yesterday at the same time. His trip to the bridge seems to distort time to seemingly only hours ago in the grand plan of life. The house still has hounds underfoot and stuffies all over. Hound hair, collars and beds prevail. The routines have not changed.

He is still here at times, lurking within our senior girl, Miss Milly, who joined our pack last November. He whispers in her ear that I really loved him standing next to me at night and surveying the backyard, the moon, the stars and the silliness of the other hounds chasing the "things that go bump in the night". She does this just as he did. He pushes her into the kitchen, standing quietly behind me while I fix lunch or supper. He has told her that I will always have a small treat for her if she is just patient. So she does this just as Ryce did.

He lingers in the family room at night and reminds her that its time for bed when the lights are turned off and the doors are locked. She waits patiently for me to "close up", just as he did. He follows her around at times, encouraging her to remain dignified and diplomatic in the face of unrelenting harassment and mischief from Isabella. He has instructed Miss Milly in his various forms of gentle discipline in keeping Isabella and Gus out of trouble. She welds this soft stick with a sniff and a kiss just as Ryce did.

There is still a very large empty spot in this house that was filled with him before his journey to the bridge. I turn my head and I catch a quick shadow of him. He is here when I least expect it, reminding me of his gentle soul and his love for his family. He is the quiet click of nails on tile in the middle of the night when all is quiet and I know he is not really here. He is the memory of a soft gentle nudge of cold nose or the gentle lean against my leg. Has he taught Miss Milly, communicating through the stars from the bridge, to care for this family as he did? Or is it that she has simply learned what this household needs and does it with the same unconditional love and acceptance that Ryce did? I cannot answer that question. I do not know the answers.

Miss Milly has not replaced Ryce. There is still a void where he should be. He is in our life every day. He shaped this family with his kind, loving and exceptional dignity that follows us through our lives. Ryce taught us to be better than we were. He taught tolerance and compassion through his behavior and demeanor. Things that are so lacking in our society and everyday life. Miss Milly is simply continuing to carry the torch that Ryce ran with. I hope that he guides her well from his place at the bridge.

I miss him every day. He lingers here with us. Comforting with us peaceful memories. His favorite stuffie zebra remains under my pillow where my daughter placed it the day he left us. I have not even considered moving it someplace else. It is where it should be. He is also where he should be,. Tucked in the center of my heart that is his.



-- Edited by rycezmom at 22:24, 2007-05-05

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Oh Leslie! Isn't it funny how they never really leave? It has been many years since our Skip left us and while I don't know if he would have liked Iowa, I think that he has been speaking to Neba lately. If you need a shoulder, I'm here. You know the many ways to get a hold of me!

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Thanks Michaela,  I'll call you tomorrow after Morgan goes to school.

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Hi Rycezmom,

I am sure the lost of Ryce is heart breaking. I am not sure if you read. That Stinger is not well. I worry so much about his illness. I pray that he will be. I do not know what I will do If I loose him. Just the words alone that he is sick is killing me. I start to breakdown. But than I see his face and i am thankfull he is still with me.

God Speed to your heartdog Ryce.

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