You've kept me up, wakened by jetlag but bleary and ready to fall asleep again and then unable to resist this encomiastic memoire about dear Ringo. Like you, I've still not shed a tear and yet there are few creatures on this earth of whom I was more fond. This is monumental and perhaps the greatest tribute I've ever read about anyone. Thank-you Chris for indeed being the animal Ringo undoubtedly knew you were. Sad not to have been in Bamfield to salute the part of him that was blasted from a cannon, I look forward to paying my respects at the Parisian chapter of his funerary rites. Love to you both always, GF
Nice work - again, Chris - touches all the bases of the heart - especially for a guy who once ran over his own beloved puppy. Forty years later, just last month, I was able to return for the first time (with my wife of that time) to Bix's burial place. The stone monument I constructed for him overlooking Cleggan Bay was still there and they both urged me to forgive myself....
I feel your pain.I had a Parson's Jack Russell-Nella.My first and only dog.Her passing was terribly painful.I had her cremated and sprinkled some of her ashes on a favorite trail through Ruckle Park and the remainder tossed into the sea.
Your writing has the fun, informative energy of your first essays from Uni- "It" comes to mind. xh
I believe it was the first non-family Christmas dinner I had ever attended, and one of my first meals at the Mooney home, when I had the privilege of not only meeting Ringo, but also sitting next to him at the table (okay, he was on someone's lap). I was so struck by his piercing eyes and probing personality, that I blurted out, "My God, this is the most human dog I've ever met!" And he was. Such a fine little fellow. And such a fine tribute to him, Chris.
You've kept me up, wakened by jetlag but bleary and ready to fall asleep again and then unable to resist this encomiastic memoire about dear Ringo. Like you, I've still not shed a tear and yet there are few creatures on this earth of whom I was more fond. This is monumental and perhaps the greatest tribute I've ever read about anyone. Thank-you Chris for indeed being the animal Ringo undoubtedly knew you were. Sad not to have been in Bamfield to salute the part of him that was blasted from a cannon, I look forward to paying my respects at the Parisian chapter of his funerary rites. Love to you both always, GF
Nice work - again, Chris - touches all the bases of the heart - especially for a guy who once ran over his own beloved puppy. Forty years later, just last month, I was able to return for the first time (with my wife of that time) to Bix's burial place. The stone monument I constructed for him overlooking Cleggan Bay was still there and they both urged me to forgive myself....
I feel your pain.I had a Parson's Jack Russell-Nella.My first and only dog.Her passing was terribly painful.I had her cremated and sprinkled some of her ashes on a favorite trail through Ruckle Park and the remainder tossed into the sea.
Your writing has the fun, informative energy of your first essays from Uni- "It" comes to mind. xh
I believe it was the first non-family Christmas dinner I had ever attended, and one of my first meals at the Mooney home, when I had the privilege of not only meeting Ringo, but also sitting next to him at the table (okay, he was on someone's lap). I was so struck by his piercing eyes and probing personality, that I blurted out, "My God, this is the most human dog I've ever met!" And he was. Such a fine little fellow. And such a fine tribute to him, Chris.
Ringo!
Great Chris !
It!!!! Totally forgot about it!!!