My letter to Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion on NPR Damn it Garrison! A couple of months ago my best buddy, Sparky died. He was our family dog. He was 21, blind, arthritic and almost deaf when the Lord called him home. I knew it just a matter of time before he would leave us since few dogs ever reach such an age. Despite this I was not prepared for the time that I would have to put him to sleep. One evening he became paralyzed and was in lots of pain. I took him to the vet and requested that he suffer no longer. He was taken out of his misery as I held him close to me. My son & I were both in tears. The staff at Vets office asked if I wanted to take him home. I had planned on making him a special box, a casket of sorts but I never did. It was 1:00 a.m. and I was not prepared for this. They then offered cremation. That sounded good and it would allow me time to contemplate a final disposition for his remains. A week later I picked up the small cardboard box that was labeled “Urn Inside”. I picked it up but never opened it. My wife said I should bury him. I commented that he was indoor dog and he would not like that. She commented that I lived indoors and when I died she was going to bury me also! Somehow this box that I never opened ended up back in my car. On August 16th I was driving and listening to Prairie Home Companion when I noted that the box with the labelled “Urn Inside” was never opened. At a stoplight I tore open box and found a small wooden box that was well finished with a beautiful artful design on top. I opened it and found a small plastic bag with ashes labeled “Sparky Crisp”. I closed the box and drove on when the light changed. Later my right hand fell across the well finished box. I commented: “Sparky this is just like old times, you and I riding together on a Saturday afternoon.” At the very time I said this you played the song “Memoirs of an Owned Dog” by the Milk Box Kids. This song was about a dog that had died and was conversing back to his master who was left behind after his death. I suddenly burst into tears and cried all the way back home. Your timing was perfect! Sincerely, Laddie Crisp Jr.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 04:11:54 +0000
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