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Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Goodbye Old Friend

yarma 
Late yesterday my parents had to make the decision to put their little Sheltie, Barclay, to sleep.  I've blogged about Barclay here before and he's spent time at out house - several weeks when my parents moved to Texas three years ago and then a few weeks again at the first of this year when my parents needed to go out of town.  He was always a perfect house guest and he and Finn became good friends immediately.  He and Logan took a little more time to get to know each other, but they finally settled into a friendship as well.  He loved cats and yes, he tried to herd them.  Many times.  It worked about as good as herding cats ever works.  He walked miles and miles around the neighborhood with my dad.  Being small, fluffy and friendly, he met and was loved by all the kids in the neighborhood.  He loved to swipe things from the kitchen table.  Baked goods were a favorite and he once ate half of a pound cake - it wasn't a diet pound cake either.  I don't know how many loaves of bread the little guy put away when my parents forgot to get them off the table.  He was a loving and friendly dog to everyone, but he was always Daddy's dog.  He'd follow Daddy all over the house, jump into Daddy's lap when he sat down, and sleep next to Daddy on the bed.  The picture above is a walk that I took Finn and Barclay on together.  Finn always liked to sit on this particular rock partway through the walk.  I had to lift Barclay up there, but he seemed happy to share Finn's rock that afternoon.  Somewhere in Heaven, if there's a rock that's the right size and shape, I'm sure Finn and Barclay are sitting on it, enjoying the sunshine.

8 Comments:

Blogger Mindy said...

So sweet! I'm so sad for your dad.

I hope they are sharing that rock with Jack!

12:28 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

I'm so sorry for your parents' loss. He was part of your family too. That picture is so cute of the two of them.

1:39 PM  
OpenID meezermeowmy said...

I'm sorry your family has lost such a fine fur friend. You have written a beautiful tribute...we can all see Barclay in action!

4:05 PM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

So sorry about Barclay. I've had two Shelties, they are fun little dogs.

6:15 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

Sorry about Barclay. Sounds like he was quite a fun dog to have around and I'm sure your Dad and everyone else misses him greatly.

7:14 PM  
Blogger Sarah Kalkbrenner said...

I'm so sorry for their loss! I had littermate shelties growing up and they are the MOST amazing dogs!! What a sweet picture too. Wonderful memories help.

4:01 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...

So very sorry to hear of Barclay's passing; I remember reading about his visits over the years. Tell your dad he's got a virtual hug on the way from a blog reader who understands.

5:23 PM  
Blogger Merry Karma said...

I am so sorry for your family's loss.

11:47 PM  

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