Pictures of You

So, sad face, Ceile’s time is upon me. There is a date certain, but it’s not today or tomorrow. A year ago I did not think we’d make it this far, and in spite of all the holes in the carpet, I’m thankful for the time we got.

After lots of words from friends of my own, I realized that in the last 15 years Ceile had made a lot of friends of her own. Friends of Ceile unite and I promise I’ll read them all to her.

9 thoughts on “Pictures of You”

  1. While I have never met Ceile in person, these pictures show her to be a beautiful, faithful family member. 15 years of companionship from such a friend is immeasurably priceless.

    “I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy — that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.”

    – Douglas Fairbanks

  2. Having known Ceile in both her youth and ripe old age, what I do know is that she had some great adventures and was lucky to have had my brother as a companion. No doubt she will be missed and, having survived a similar tragedy last year, I know this is a deeply emotional (yet temporary) “loss”….we will see her again and she will be young, carefree and waiting patiently for our overdue reunion.

    “Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO, what a ride!
    -Unknown

  3. I have a couple thoughts/stories about Miss Ceile…the decepticon!

    1) Back when I met Ceile, gosh, mid 90’s…? It was in W. Mass., and it was a beautiful nearly-autumn evening, sun down but not gone, and Jason and I were talking out in the driveway around the house, which was next to farm land. BOOM! The dog takes off like a rocket, gone, sha-zam, across the river and gone. Whoa! Some people go on walk abouts but this dog went on a rocket-a-bout. That was wild, and she was wild.

    2) When Jason moved to OK, it was a hoot to have her travel in the truck–calm, cool, collected, quite the English Lady about everything. Not all dogs are easy to travel with and she was no problem at all.

    3) When I visited Jason in another house in W. Mass, the USPS driver came by to drop something off. Ceile just loaded up in his little truck, and sat down, ready to go. No big deal, just like she did it every day. Oh–this is the important part–she had her spot picked out where she could put her nose out the slid-back open door–of course!

    4) After training lots and lots of dogs, she is the only dog, ever, ever ever ever that fooled me. That’s a smart dog: When I was living with her and Jason in McAlester, OK, she would want out, and then we’d let her out. We’d go to sit on the [rotten and little] stoop and watch the dogs (incl. Stella). Ceile would lay down, on the crushed white rock, and have her head up, in her regal “I’m taking in the air” pose. Jason and I would talk, this and that. After a bit, Ceile would get up realllllly carefully, and very, very slowly start to walk off. She did this intentionally, consistently, and with a plan. Clearly she wanted to go on an adventure, to eradicate squirrels, find choice garbage, whatever. Incessantly, with great style and planning, this “dumb dog” had me fooled 490%. The awesome thing is when you’d holler her name, or even growl it, she’d slowwwwly wheel around, and start walking back, tail wagging. She had me played all the way. It took me nearly a year to figure this out. What a hoot!

    Ceile, you stinky, dingy ding bat of a dog, I’ve hardly met a dog that had more friends, was less bothersome, was more of a delight than your “I want to ride in the front seat with my nose out” self, you aerodynamically-designed snooze hound.

    Ceile Ceile Ceile…I want what you have–lots of friends, no worries, a good long life making other beings happy, and eventually one bad hour. You are an inspiration to all humans in how they should be to their Creator, and Exhibit A in the indictment of how good we could never be.

    Ride easy Girl!

    1. Dear Ceile,

      You’re a verrrry goood girl. So gentle, so quiet and still there in that fragile, aging body. Your stance so elegantly expressive, the wild energy a faint memory. You will be missed by me and many others.

      Dear Jason,
      Today, you are probably at the dog beach and the weather is sunny. What a wonderful way for you to say goodbye to a good dog who has been an excellent life companion. I picture myself there with the two of you, having a last opportunity to stroke her silky ears.

      Love, Mom

  4. Hi there to you both, it has been sometime.
    I’m uncertain to where to leave a comment, i figure as long as it goes to this page im all good. Under the current circumstances, its good to hear from you Jason, hope Lil Ceile gets all she wants before she has to go, or if she decides to stick around the same still goes, I remember her after a few numb lapsed moments. The pictures really brought her back from the time fog, Funny the first thoughts of her, was not of her being a doggy but more along the lines of the Hailyville Pond Muck Dancer. As well as all of the other gang of jolly scum misfits that she led on ramped charge around the Dollins residents. Their parade across that city block, was not at all methodical, more of a ballet that ensued so full of form and color. Quoted The Fifth Element, Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg. The smell, that smell the hole hill, those dogs definitely had their victory. Hope all is well, with the rest of Ms. Ceile travels.

    Cheers, Joshua Dollins

  5. The Drover’s Dog

    He was forged from a sunburnt country, where the wild cattle did roam,
    Cast from the spirit of the native dog, this rugged land was home.
    Shaped with a will of iron and blessed with a heart of gold,
    He gave his all to the droving men in the harshest heat and cold.

    He drove the mob to market – through droughts and flooding rains
    The rugged mountain ranges, the brown – the sweeping plains.
    He drove the mob to market – dust rising like a storm,
    At night he held the foe at bay and kept the drover warm.

    We first meet, you where in the doggy care centre I was sitting at my desk in Melbourne Australia. I was watching you standing as you would, off the pack guarding you sybling from any foe, a true drover’s dog.

    To a faithful dog, a moment, -Henry Lawson-

  6. Beth N. Harris summed it up rather well in the last paragraph of her piece, “A Dog’s Plea”:

    “And should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest… and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.”

    So farewell, Ceile. May the road rise to meet you as you travel to the Rainbow Bridge. I am sure you will be heartily welcomed there by some earlier arrivals: Tahoe, Honcho, Zack, Buffy, and Tucker, to name just a few. Please give them my love when you get there. You were such a wonderful companion, and I hope we meet again on the other side–we had so little time together here.

  7. Well, it has been quite some time Jason and Ceile…but I remember you (both!) quite well. Ceile, you are a gift and in fact one of the first memories I have of you was when you attended my sister’s 30th party-sporting a ribbon around your neck! Karen thought you were a gift to her—and she got so excited about it. Just one look into your eyes and she was smitten (as was everyone of course). Her mind was racing with thoughts of you in her apartment, how she would care for you and play and love you. She told me she was so happy but then so sad when she realized that you were a guest at the party and not her present! Still, your presence at the party was most welcome. You were so tiny and eager to meet folks-everyone wanted to meet you too -the party really started when you arrived!
    May you continue on your journey knowing how very much you are loved and knowing that you have touched many, many lives.
    Take care,
    Janet

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