For those of you following the story of my dog Woodrow and his failing health, I have sad news for you. As of today, Friday July 23rd, Woodrow was put to rest from the pain of his seizures.
I wish that had some eloquent words that I could share with you but I’d rather let one of my favorite authors Lewis Grizzard tell you about Woodrow from one his articles that he wrote for the Atlanta Journal and Constitution called “He Up and Died and Broke My Heart.” The name of the dog has been changed but its like Lewis knew Woodrow the way he was meant to be remembered:
My dog Woodrow died today. Down in the country, they would have said, “Penney’s dog up and died.” He would have been 12 had he lived until January.
He was a patient, good-natured dog. Jake has always tried to mess with him and he abided with nary a growl.
And oh that face and those eyes. What he could do with that face and those eyes. He would perch himself next to me on the sofa in the living room and look at me.
And the love and loyalty would pour out with that look, and as I long as I had that, there was very little that the human race could do to harm my self-esteem. Good dogs don’t love bad people.
He was smart. He was fun and he loved to ride in cars. There were times he was all I ever had.
And now he has up and died. My own heart, or what is left of it, is breaking.