
IN LOVING MEMORY OF "ABBY"
March 25, 1997 - October 23, 2006
Born March 25, 1997 to Sire “Buddah von Ebony” and Dam “Hardly A Fantasy”, Abby was Ellen’s beloved German Shepherd Dog. Abby died of cancer on October 23, 2006 and Hot Dawgs in Paradise is dedicated to her memory. Please take a a few minutes in her honor and read this very special "Ode to Abby" written by Abby's very special friend Bob Inmon, Dogs truly do leave paw prints in our heart.
"Ode to Abby"
Today I awoke to a beautiful fall day on the Alabama gulf coast and felt thankful that I was in a place in my life that was contentful. It is so easy to get caught up in the things that aren't going as uneventfully as you would have it, that I felt compelled to breathe and feel good.
Ironically, my day took a dramatic downward turn when I received a call from Dr. Leanne McGill and she informed me that the first true love of my life, Abby Murphy, was seriously ill, and that today was likely to be her last day alive.
While driving to see Abby, I experienced all the pain of knowing that someone completely irreplaceable in my heart, was soon going to be taken away from me by death.
I entered her room and she immediately rose to greet me and licked my face. It was clear that we were in the last hours of her life and yet, she rallied, to attempt to seemingly reassure me that nothing had changed and she was still the Abby of so many great days and nights.
I first met Abby some 6 years ago when I first started seeing her owner, Ellen, and I found Abby to be somewhat trying and undisciplined. At that time, I liked dogs, but had never had an enduring relationship with one. Abby was a female German shepherd and she was about 3 ½ years old. After several visits with her and Ellen, I requested that Abby be allowed to return home with me and to stay with me for a week.
Ellen was hesitant but was willing to allow this visit.
When Abby went home with me, I evolved from someone who would not let her inside of my house and insisted that she stay on the front porch, to taking her in and having her sleep beside my bed. She became my constant companion and it was true love from then on. I had unconditional love and I learned to return it, thanks to Abby.
Over the following years, I built several houses in the Gulf Shores area, and Abby quickly became a favorite with all the various workers and if my truck moved, she was in it. She loved construction sites and she loved me.
As Abby aged, she developed hip problems, and we had to restructure our activities to accommodate this condition. She was not allowed to jump into the truck anymore and I would lift her inside and she absolutely hated to be assisted, but would allow it only because it was important to me. The rear seat in my truck stayed folded down as this was her spot and it must have been several years before I ever restored the back area to seating. She developed a compromise with me on exiting the truck. Rather than allow me to set her down and knowing I would no longer allow her to jump down, she would place her front paws on the door pillar and ski down to the floor level and then continue to the running board and down to the ground. When she first started doing this it reminded me of a child looking at you and saying, "watch this!"
Memories, I have hundreds of and I am glad that I had my time with you, Abby. You made me a kinder, more tolerant person, and in the end, it was you who taught me what love really means.
Abby died this morning, October 23.2006, in the presence of two people who truly loved her and with a veterinarian who eased the transition that had to be made. Leanne has to maintain a professional detachment as she sees this often, but when you feel the true caring that she obviously had for this dog, then Ellen and I benefited greatly as this was such an emotional time.
When Abby stopped breathing, she was still beautiful. Her ears were standing up and she was at peace. We wrapped Abby in her blanket/sleeping bag and placed her inside my truck for her last ride in the place that still had many of her dog hairs on the carpet. Ellen followed me in her car and we turned our headlights on and honored this wonderful animal on her final trip home.
We buried Abby in Ellen's back yard and she lies in a shaded area inside the fence. Abby would have it no other way as I am 100% sure this is where she would want to be. God, I hope that the day will come when I can play with Abby again.