So , tonight I found out some sad news. I will start at the beginning, about a year after I moved to Sussex, I was asked by my friend Adam McComb if I wanted a dog. I said sure, and he gave me this little female puppy who I was told was a mix between a lab and a terrier. We named her Natasha after one of Adam's ex-girlfriends, I ended up calling her just Tasha. She was great at chasing Mice, and she loved the water, when she was young you could see her paws were webbed like a labs.
Tasha was with me when I lived on Grey Rd in Penobsquis, she was with me when I lost my licence for drinking and driving, I was more worried for her then about my being arrested (I knew what I did was stupid, and I was paying the price for that, but I didn't want to loose my puppy.) She lived with me in the sugar bush, then out to MillBrook rd, and then to Crawford Lake, where we spent many a days hiking in the woods, working in the woods, she would go everywhere with me. She has been to my cottage in Ontario, to both my sisters places and my brothers. When I sold my sugar camp and house , she moved to Adairs Lodge and Cabins with me, and when I went to Taylor College, she stayed with the Phinney's (where she touched alot of kids hearts, as she loved to play with kids and adults alike, especially fetch.) I know she was close to the Phinney's as well as to the Parson's , especially David , thanks for playing ball with her all those times.
When I went back to school and knew I was going into full time ministry, it was apparent that I wouldn't be able to keep tasha so she went and moved in with my sister Mary and their family where she has lived happily since 2003. I loved my puppy, and I will really miss her. She has had a good life though, since 1994 when i got her and she was 6 months old, till March 17, 2008.
14 good years where she has touched alot of hearts.
So I hope she is in a good place, I know alot of people would say a dog doesn't have a soul, but I think that God is way more knowledgeable then you or me, and Tasha was much more his then mine. That's all I'm going to say, that and she will always have a place in my heart.
I was thinking about Tasha last night as I cried myself to sleep: Yes, that's right I cried alot, I"m not ashamed to admit, that I loved my Dog as much as I love a family member, and I do love my family! Anyways, I was thinking about how she used to go down to the dock when no one would play ball with her. She would sit down by the end of the dock, chew on her tennis ball, and then with her nose, and sometimes her paw, she would push the ball off the dock and into the water. she then proceeded to watch it till it floated alittle distance away from the dock, and splash , she would jump in and retrieve it, and go back up to the dock and chew for awhile till she was ready to go back in and get the ball.
Tasha was a very smart Dog!
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