Well, the day we’ve been dreading for awhile arrived last Saturday. Our oldest and best dog passed away in his sleep after a long and good life. Parks was always a fine animal, and was a fine example of how well a dog could fit into the human world. I didn’t know him in his youth, but I’ve heard he was a wild and crazy teenager during his undergraduate years. When I first met my wife, Parks was already a fixture in her life and I knew I would have to get the nod from him before I could proceed with a relationship. Fortunately for me, he has always been a friendly sort, as you can see from the picture (even our cat Ernie liked him, and Ern doesn’t really like anybody).
Parks will be missed by our family, and I hope all of you out there have the opportunity to be blessed by a pet the way that we were with him. I will carry many fond memories of him with me, from the way he wagged his tail against everything like a deadly weapon to the way he would ‘speak’ to you when he wanted you to get off his spot on the couch. My favorite picture in my mind is of him with my wife and I on our honeymoon, walking in the Smokey Mountains. He was a fixture in our lives, and will be missed.