Nevermore
Writing by treason on Thursday, 22 of June , 2006 at 7:58 pm
When we brought him and his sister home over nine and a half years ago, they were just six weeks old. They were adorable puppies, but he - like many young dogs - experienced an awkward adolescence. His mother was a Dalmatian, his father a brindle Boxer. The Boxer became more obvious in these teenage years: suddenly his ears grew faster than the rest of his body. One day we looked at his head and those enormous black, flapping ears and exclaimed:
“Nevermore!”
The dog looked like he had a raven on his head and the name stuck. Happily, the rest of his body caught up with those ears and he went from cute pup to downright handsome dog. Good looks - and brains, too. In fact, he was the one who chose his name. I’d had a few ideas about what to call him, but none of the names really fit, so we sat down and took turns reading names out of a name book. Got through all the A names, then the B names, then the C names. Finally, halfway through the D names, he heard one he liked and reacted. We repeated the name and his reaction confirmed it. This dog would officially be Doogan.
He had several nicknames during his nine and a half years. Nevermore, Dooganmeister, Angel Puppy. The most perfect creature, God’s most perfect creation. A messenger from Heaven sent down here to earth to teach us how to be better human beings.
Now Angel Puppy has returned home to teach his new companions how to be more perfect angels.
Doogan
October 17, 1996-June 22, 2006
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