Hexa

In Memory of Hexa

"She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. She is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being; by the way she rests against my leg; by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile; by the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking her. (I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me). When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, she is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, she ignores it. When I succeed, she brags. Without her, I am only another man. With her, I am all-powerful. She is loyalty itself. She has taught me the meaning of devotion. With her, I know a secret comfort and a private place. She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts. Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. She has promised to wait for me...whenever...wherever - in case I need her. And I expect I will - as I always have. She is just my dog."       Gene Hill

Such a sad day when we say goodbye to another doggie. Hexa was a strong-spirited lady - if she had been human, she would have been the old lady in the nursing home cursing at others who got in her way. She was a beautiful lady with her graying muzzle and made sure we all knew she was in charge. But behind her alpha-dog, was a sweet, warm, beautiful girl. She is happily running on four legs again with her brothers, rolling in the grass and sniffing the air.