This is somewhat tardy, but as I was missing her especially today… the obituary of my dearest girl, Lotte.
Born in November, 2001, Lotte (a German Shepherd mix) was abandoned as a puppy, and the only one of her litter to survive. She was rescued, and in April of 2002 went to her forever home, gaining her names. Lotte because that had the most votes, and the other two because “Maggie” and “Alex” were the runners-up. She adopted her humans, too, and always did her best to protect them– including from each other. Wrestling, lightsaber duels, and other rough activities were curtailed quickly, upon realizing that the person Lotte deemed the aggressor would suffer for their sins… including her beloved human father.
A decent hunter, Miss It bagged a few birds, a squirrel, one frighteningly large beetle, cornered a possum against the side of the house, and narrowly missed a large trout one day at the lake. She also enjoyed “people food”– particularly cheese and peanut butter. Her eyes would also grow three sizes around popcorn.
Shy around people, but always good with kids, “that black dog” was a regular sight around town with her master on their daily walks. Walks, which came to an end finally, after thirteen years.
The week before Christmas 2014, Lotte Margaret Alexandra made her final trip to the vet’s after suffering an infarction, which caused her to go blind, deaf, and lose a lot of mobility. Her prognosis was even bleaker (up to three months of further deterioration), and her human family made the painful but ultimately easy decision to put her to sleep; she rests today with the veterinarian, who asked to be the one to inter her.
“I always liked this dog,” he said.
And, aside from her family– he was always one of her favorite people. Beginning in a ditch– ending on a farm… though Lotte’s years were fewer than we would have liked, they were each and every one of them good.
“Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.”