Sunday, October 7, 2007

One Love, One Heart


Let’s get together and feel alright.
(Written and performed by Bob Marley)

She was supposed to be named Bob, after Bob Marley.
She was just 6 weeks old when we brought her home.
Mike and I were newly married and still high from our Jamaican honeymoon.
Reggae music was in our hearts.

Mike resisted getting another dog; we already had Nubi at home, our first golden retriever.
But this pup claimed Mikey’s heart and it was he who named her Ziggy, after Bob Marley’s son.
The name suited her well.

Harmonically, Reggae music is often very simple, and sometimes a whole song will have no more than one or two chords.
Ziggy was simple that way too; in her almost 16 years, she never once went to the vet other than her yearly shots and checkup.

Her strongest trait was loyalty.
When I was pregnant with the kids, she would lie across my belly and protect them.
One day during my first pregnancy, she lay on my belly and whimpered.
She knew before I did, that our baby didn’t make it.
Ziggy never left my side for days after that.

Jordie and Nick have never known life without Ziggy.
Today they start that journey.
Mike and I took her in this morning, when it was clear she could not go on in her deteriorated state.
It was a peaceful transition from life to death for Ziggy; painful beyond words for Mike and I.

Life was good to Ziggy,
Ziggy was good to us.
Now she is in heaven with all of her “Rasta-Furry-an” friends.

We miss you Ziggs.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Chris, This Mike's friend Robert. Sorry about Ziggy, I know how dear a pet can be and what a dear place it can occupy in your heart. Ziggy lived a long and loved life, you gave her all any being would ever need.