Tuesday, March 14

Spike
January 24, 1996 – March 13, 2006


A dog who barked when people hugged, because it meant someone was planning on leaving. In the winter he would eat snow rather than drink water. Spike was often found on his perch at our front window, watching the activity on the street outside or waiting for a family member to come home. He liked to swim and also liked to go for canoe rides. He really enjoyed car rides too, and always knew where we were driving (and he would bark in excitement when we got close to the destination). He was the oldest dog in our neighbourhood, and I wonder if the other dogs will smell the infinite spots he’s marked and know he is gone.

I will miss Spike terribly: I wish I had been able to say goodbye in person. Rest in peace, my puppy.