Earlier this week my sister Rosemary’s dog Bogie left us. I would have posted a few days ago but couldn’t help crying every time I would try to type anything about this.
Aristotle felt that the loyal and affectionate nature of dogs earned them a place in the afterlife. Bogie’s blend of sweetness, intelligence and selfless devotion could convince even the most cynical and skeptical of people that Aristotle was right.
Even neighborhood children just adored Bogie (named for Rosemary’s favorite actor Humphrey Bogart) and often spontaneously hugged him and told him they loved him. Those children would also often gather at windows and stare in at Bogie, excitedly yelling “He’s moving! Oh my God!” when he would do anything at all, even just walk to his water dish for a drink.
Human beings would be lucky to be as loving, gentle, and delightful as Bogie always was. His passing has left a hole in our lives that we feel aching every minute of the day.