Chlout's Herman of NorthWapiti
August 28, 2001 - December 27, 2014
The other morning I made the comment that when I step into Geriatric Park and see my 3 senior boys bouncing at the fence, knowing all is right in their world, all is right in mine.
This morning that was not the case. Only two bright, bouncy dogs jumped at the fence. I found Herman in his dog house in pain. I helped him out and he went straight for his food dish. Maybe he just slept wrong, I hoped to myself, really already knowing that was not the case.
This afternoon I kissed his nose and whispered in his ear as he was freed from his pain.
In reading the bio I wrote for him many years ago, I used one word to describe him that stood today as much as it did then - irreplaceable.
He was quirky and sometimes just downright weird, but every step he ever took in harness he lived up to his nickname, 'The Hermanator'.
Thank you Herm. I will miss you heaps.
This morning that was not the case. Only two bright, bouncy dogs jumped at the fence. I found Herman in his dog house in pain. I helped him out and he went straight for his food dish. Maybe he just slept wrong, I hoped to myself, really already knowing that was not the case.
This afternoon I kissed his nose and whispered in his ear as he was freed from his pain.
In reading the bio I wrote for him many years ago, I used one word to describe him that stood today as much as it did then - irreplaceable.
He was quirky and sometimes just downright weird, but every step he ever took in harness he lived up to his nickname, 'The Hermanator'.
Thank you Herm. I will miss you heaps.