Friday Fascination

Puppy Memorial

Soon or late, every dog’s master’s memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives. -Albert Payson Terhune

Meet our old Boxer puppies, Cruiser and Chloe (the brindle).  We adopted Cruiser when my daughter was 4.  She’s 18 now.  Cruiser, after his spoiled puppy phase, decided if he was to be left out, then the family must be punished.  He loved to triumphantly carry ripped chunks of our deck skirting about the yard after any given period of alone time.


Chloe and Cruiser
Chloe and Cruiser

After three years of Hurricane Cruiser, along came Chloe…and still nothing outside was safe. But she was sneaky about it.  While Cruiser would be tearing something apart and not even notice your approach, Chloe heard you coming from a mile away.  She’d be sure to stand all the way across the garage from those favorite Ray-Ban sunglasses, now chewed and twisted to resemble pipe cleaners, with a look on her face that said, “Don’t look at me.  I have no idea how that happened.”


Cruiser loved his tennis balls and would chase them for as long as anyone would throw them.  Chloe loved to annoy Cruiser.  Anytime that ball would fly, she’d chomp down on his back leg and hang on until he snarled his way out of it.  I once watched Cruiser searching for his ball, which happened to be a few feet from Chloe’s paw.  She strolled over, slipped it in her mouth, and watched while Cruiser frantically searched for his precious.  He figured it out.  Eventually.











As a bonus, here’s video of my daughter adding a script for Cruiser.  It’s scary how well she imitates Herbert.

Cruiser passed on into tennis ball nirvana on March 17 this year.  Chloe followed on September 1, probably too bored on this plane without Cruiser to harass.  In their honor, I found some dog epitaphs.

In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear. – James Thurber

The stone tells that it covers the white Maltese dog. They called him Bull while he still lived, but now the silent paths of night possess his voice. – William Tymmes, Epitaph for a Dog

Any beloved pet stories you want to share?



  1. Chrystee says:

    I love this!!! Thank you for writing it & sharing 🙂

    1. CJ Burright says:

      Ooh…you took time out of your busy fishing schedule to comment, eh? Now I need pictures of Boo and Number 2. 🙂

  2. Lovely tributes to Chloe and Cruiser!

    1. CJ Burright says:

      Thanks, Joanne. They were good dogs–not the brightest biscuits in the bunch, but still fine mutts.

  3. My (white) cairn terrier’s thing is to play with his favorite toy–the black cat. I swear, the two of them duke it out at least fifteen times a day. They’re like the forces of good and evil, wrestling in the middle of the living room.

    All I can say is Jake (dog) is damned lucky Ming (cat) doesn’t have his claws anymore.

    1. CJ Burright says:

      Ha! Ming sounds like she belongs at my house! My cat Frank goes toe to toe with our new dog (who is an oversized, teenage Boxer), and it’s so funny. And Frank has her claws. It’s only a matter of time.

  4. Aw, what a beautiful and touching post, CJ. I’ve had two dogs now that have moved on to puppy heaven and I still miss and think about them daily, especially when my two current fur children, Clara and Carma, are being a pain in my butt (so constantly, basically 🙂 ).

    Great post, as always, my friend! 🙂

    1. CJ Burright says:

      Hey, a bit before Chloe went onto the doggie park in the sky, we adopted a rescue puppy. Hubby named him Carma. Daughter named him Hades. I call him Number 2 (as in Puppy Number 2). We also have name issues with the puppy we adopted after Cruiser left us. Hubby calls him Security, daughter Boo. I’m playing Switzerland and call him Puppy, but he’s definitely more of a Boo than a Security. He’s a big goober, but so cute.

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