Bad news...good news...an everyday thing.

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Bad news, good news...an everyday thing. Below is a letter from a friend I received today.

This is a small thing in the way of the world, but touching, nevertheless.

Amy is the high energy younger sister of a life-long friend. Amy is about 38 years old now. She lost her sight in her early 20's.

Keenan was a high-energy yellow lab. He dragged her down the street (sort of) more than a quiet amble. They got along well.

They did a lot together, both for each other and for others. Neat and hard-to-imagine relationship.

I'm celebrating Keenan's life. A small thing...but.

I'm writing to let you know of the unexpected and sudden loss of Amy’s guide dog, Keenan. He was swimming in Duck Lake next to our Mom’s place in Wisconsin on Saturday and even guided Amy from the lake up to Mom’s house when she called for him. There were no signs of trouble, just a happy retriever. But yesterday afternoon an undetectable mass around his spleen ruptured. After all Keenan has meant to and done for Amy and her family, putting him through an emergency surgery that had a minimal chance of success was not an option.

Keenan and Amy were brought together almost nine years ago at The Seeing Eye, a Guide Dog School in New Jersey. He helped Amy through the many years she worked in downtown Chicago, guiding her on the trains, buses and throughout the city streets. They even made a couple of television appearances together and Keenan was at her side when Amy crossed the stage to receive her masters degree from NIU. He was at the baptisms of Andrew (4) and Madeline (2) and he has helped Amy and Pat raise these two active toddlers.

Keenan went on countless airplane flights with Amy, even once to fight for ADA rights in Washington, DC. He was with her at the Chicago Lighthouse for the Blind, the Catholic Guild for the Blind and the American Foundation for the Blind. Amy and Keenan visited schools to help children understand more about guide dogs, blindness and how not to be afraid but to be supportive and understanding. After their presentations Amy would remove Keenan’s harness so he could just “play” with the children. The letters Amy received from these young people reflected how much they learned in just a short time. While they were impressed with Amy’s cool assistive technology, it was Keenan who always stole the show.

Keenan was entering into retirement, although he would still work on a moment’s notice if Amy needed him. He was 11 years old. As a family, we were all grateful when Keenan came into Amy’s life because we knew he would guide her path and keep her safe. We all loved his gentle demeanor and admired his steadfast work ethic.




Be well and safe.
 
Good dogs are amazing things. Steadfast and loyal to the very end. I'll always be a "dog guy."

Chris
 
You know there has to be something to be said for being doing something you live for, and for being with those that you love, when you pass on.

Think about it.
 
I can tell you unequivocably that if there is an afterlife, and I believe there is, the first person I'm going to look for when I pass is my best friend here at my feet as I write this. I might give a curt nod to good old Mom and Dad, (assuming they are anywhere to be found), but my warmest greeting will be reserved for the creature that gave me the most love in this life. Easy choice.

Good dogs are one of the best things in life as far as I'm concerned.

Norm
 
I kinda hope that inthe end, we all meet at the same time, that there is no one waiting for me, and that I wait for no one.

To see my father, grandparents, and my first dog, along with those yet to pass, at the same time. That would be heaven. Of course I hope to understand it all too, that might take a couple of beers.
 
Losing a good dog, losing a good friend, no difference far as I'm concerned. Some of the best "people" in this world ain't necessarily human.

Sarge
 
How's Amy doing, Kis? The relationship between a blind person and their guide dog is so amazingly close, so much trust and dependency.... :( And the dog's loss was so sudden. Hope she's OK.


Mike
 
Smoke up for Keenan's safe crossing. I'm an animal guy. However, there is something to be said about the noble dog. A true and loyal partner happily dragging "advanced" man through the ages. One of the first words we learn to say, one of the first words we learn to spell, usually our first lesson in loss, almost always our first "best friend". The dog has entered a pact with man. Not based on a share of meat and not based on their protection, but a true gift from God. There is nothing in life dogs want more than to be with us, to protect us, to greet us, to love us because they are bursting at the seams. Personally, I will never be a dog's "master" or "daddy" (although the wife might not agree on the latter;)). I can only hope to be his equal, for the average noble dog is filled with more goodness and grace and loyalty than the most hand-picked cream of the crop humans.

Jake
 
Svashtar said:
I can tell you unequivocably that if there is an afterlife, and I believe there is, the first person I'm going to look for when I pass is my best friend here at my feet as I write this. my warmest greeting will be reserved for the creature that gave me the most love in this life.

Good dogs are one of the best things in life as far as I'm concerned.

Norm


I am a total mush head reading stories about dogs lke Keenan. Really gets to me. Dogs are such loving friends and ask so little. Pure agape, unconditional love.

Better than people.



A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought rightup.

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approach ed the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
 
Good on Keenan. I think dogs are one of the most noble souls on Earth. I miss Lady. Its been too long now, and I'm dying for a puppy. It'll have to wait till next summer though. Babies first... Doglessness leaves a sick hollow feeling in this country boys soul though.

When I went to college all my roomates, for some reason, turned out to be art majors. After Lady died one of the best came by with a picture of her he'd photo shopped and had printed 18x24 in oil on canvas (theres a place online that does it). Its a great shot of her from close to her nose with the background faded out to white. She's got that peaceful, noble face. That dog never once broke a persons skin with a tooth. She was a saint.

I feel for Amy. She's lucky to have known Keenan though.

Great post Kis.
 
My buddy Helen fell off the back of her log cabin porch(she built the cabin herself) and broke her back and was paralyzed. She had this really good service dog that would fetch stuff for her and even pull her wheelchair. He died recently and it was a great loss. She's in the process of getting another.
 
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