Ysobel is our oldest dog and she is fast approaching nine years old. The photo I caught of her last night resting on the sofa. Cavaliers live an average of between eight to nine years old. Ysobel has a very slight sound on her heart and she is still very fit, bouncy little dog, but she is getting those grey flecks and is starting to look like an old dog around her face. We are for a Cavalier moving in to what I think of as the bonus years. It is very sad that compared to our lives, dogs lives seem so short and with Cavaliers we have bred a majority of them with even shorter lives on average for dogs and to often much of that life is one suffering with ailments that make their lives so tragically short.
A couple days ago I noticed the Cavalier Campaign petition for the Kennel Club to stop registering Cavalier puppies unless their parents are MRI scanned and heart tested at
https://www.change.org/p/the-kennel-club-stop-registerin-g-cavalier-king-charles-spaniel-puppies-unless-their-parents-are-mri-scanned-and-heart-tested had passed the twenty thousand mark. Please sign this petition if you have already not, so Cavaliers are not bred to have such short lives and to suffer so in those few years.
In 1981 the legendary actor, James 'Jimmy' Stewart went on “The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson” and shared his hobby, poetry. The poem he reads for the audience and first makes them laugh, but by the end of it there is a totally different reaction and Johnny Carson can be seen wiping tears from his eyes. The poem was about a dog named Beau and was titled 'I'll never forget a dog named Beau' The dog sadly was not a fictional dog, it was about his Labrador Retriever who had passed away.
A book titled “Why We Love the Dogs We Do: How to Find the Dog That Matches Your Personality” published in 2000, explains what happened to Beau, Stewart’s beloved dog. “While shooting a movie in Arizona, Stewart received a phone call from Dr. Keagy, his veterinarian, who informed him that Beau was terminally ill, and that Gloria sought his permission to perform euthanasia. Stewart declined to give a reply over the phone, and told Keagy to ‘keep him alive and I'll be there.’ Stewart requested several days' leave, which allowed him to spend some time with Beau before granting the doctor permission to euthanize the sick dog. Following the procedure, Stewart sat in his car for ten minutes to clear his eyes of tears. Stewart later remembered: ‘After [Beau] died there were a lot of nights when I was certain that I could feel him get into bed beside me and I would reach out and pat his head. The feeling was so real that I wrote a poem about it and how much it hurt to realize that he wasn’t going to be there any more.’”
Here is that poem and the man himself reading it in 1981 on 'The Tonight Show With Johnny Carson" I would have those tissues to hand now, if I was you.
'I'll Never Forget A Dog Named Beau
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.'
by James 'Jimmy' Stewart'
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.