By Donald F. Smith, Cornell University
As we travel through life, we often segment
our journey with reference points: our years growing up, our time at college,
our retirement years, or our years with a certain pet. For my wife, Doris, and our three children,
we recently closed the chapter on an 18-year segment of our lives with a happy
and gentle dog named Beau.
From his earliest puppy days Beau was a
traveller. Born on election day in November 1996, Beau’s first long trip (with
his littermate, Belle), was from our home in Ithaca to Doris’s parents’ home
near North Bay, Ontario. Adorned with a
cute Christmas bow, and his sister with a bell around her neck, the two balls
of fluff played in the powdery snow 200 miles north of Toronto. Because we always
encouraged them to be outdoors, the puppies grew to love being outside whenever
possible.
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| Beau enjoying a fresh March snowfall at home in Ithaca (2008) (all photos by the author) |
It was only in his waning months this past
winter that there were days when Beau, having lost 14 pounds from the
41.5-pound frame that he carried his entire adult life, began to shun being
outside on cold and rainy days. But if it was snowing, he continued to happily
make his way slowly through the soft snow on all but the coldest of days.
Beau and Belle were English Cocker Spaniels,
not purebred, and with full tails that were as much their trademark as their
long and floppy ears. They were bred by my brother and his wife and we got the
pick from a litter of six. We had only
intended to adopt one for our five-person family: two sons, Darryl (18) and Dennis
(13), and a daughter, Debra (15). Our
older son, Darryl, had selected the male puppy from the litter, but before we
could leave with our little prize bundle, the runt of the litter (a petite
female) slid across the slippery floor after her brother. She would not let him leave without her, so
we arrived home that early December afternoon 18 years ago with the obeisant
Beau, and his alpha sibling, Belle.
The two were raised together with regular
twice-daily walks and free-choice Eukanuba dry food. They made occasional
visits to Cornell where Darryl and later Debra went to college. Between 2002 and 2006, Beau and Belle made
frequent weekend trips to the University of Delaware to see Dennis when he was
playing lacrosse.
When Darryl relocated to southern Florida
after his graduation from Cornell, and later, while he studied law at the
University of Florida, the dogs would join us on long drives south. On one
occasion, the family car was loaded with four adults, two dogs and Christmas
parcels packed to the roof. No
pet-friendly hotel stops on that holiday trip.
We left Ithaca after the Christmas Eve service and, with multiple
drivers, drove straight through, arriving in Gainesville mid-afternoon on
Christmas day.
After a long and painful illness in late
summer 2006, Belle left us. Though Beau missed his companion his mourning was
eclipsed by a new lease on life because his sister no longer dominated his
every action as she had since they had been puppies.
Our family, now reduced in size with our
children having establishing their own lives, and with only one dog, Doris and
I settled into a new routine. Our trips continued, visiting our children and
occasional regional vacations, often accompanied by Beau.
Upon completion of my ten-year dean position
at Cornell in 2007, I had the good fortune to have my portrait photographed
with Beau. Though the college tradition had been to have a painted portrait, Doris
suggested that a photograph with Beau would be more interesting. Not only would it present a more engaging
image, but Beau had been with me throughout my entire deanship, and had been
such a frequent visitor to the college that many staff and students knew him
well.
We made a trip to New York City, staying in
the pet-friendly Hilton hotel on 6th Avenue. Early the following
morning, a Saturday in July, we met our good friend and photographer, George
Kalinsky, in Central Park adjacent to the bridge that looked similar to the
bridge at Beebe Lake on Cornell’s campus. The photo shoot lasted over two hours,
with the result now hanging in the atrium of the veterinary college. Some
months later, I discovered our picture on Mr. Kalinsky’s web site, on the same
page as several presidents and other dignitaries. Beau was the only dog on that particular page
of portraits (though he featured animals elsewhere on his web site). As of this writing, Beau’s image with me is
positioned between those of businessman Carl Icahn and Pope John Paul II. (1)
That fall, Beau and I took an epic journey by
Jeep to Alaska. Chronicled elsewhere in this blog, (2)
we crossed the northern states to North Dakota, then headed through
Saskatchewan, Alberta and British Columbia where we joined the Alaska Highway.
We progressed through the glorious Yukon, arriving in Anchorage in late August.
There we met Doris, who had flown in to spend a week with us, then man and dog
departed for the 4,000 mile return to upstate New York.
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| Beau in the Yukon with the Kluane mountain range and the Alaskan Highway in the background (2007) |
During the 34-day trip, Beau and I made a
myriad of human and animal friends, slept in a tent, under the stars and in a
four-star hotel. It was the defining experience that solidified our friendship.
It also fortified our relationship in ways
that only became apparent in the days following Beau’s departure two months ago. It didn’t make the separation less painful,
but it added depth and substance, as well as balance, to memories that may fade,
but will never be extinguished.
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| Even last spring at age 17, Beau was still enjoying his regular morning walks and craving the freedom of being temporarily off-leash (2014) |
If I have one piece of advice for others who
share their lives with their pets, it is this: give them their space to create
memories. Our pets make the present more vibrant, and they enrich your future
when you must go on without them.
Compared to people, our pets have limited life
spans. Regardless of whether they share eight years with us, or 18, they come
into our lives for a defined period of time, helping us navigate our own
journey and fulfill special needs in that particular season of our life. When
we move on without them, perhaps to have another pet and perhaps not, we will
remember them for providing one of our greatest blessings through that special
relationship we call the human-animal bond.
(2) Smith,
Donald F. Traveling
with Beau: My 34-day Trip to a Deeper Understanding of One Health, Perspectives in Veterinary Medicine,
September 9, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. Returning to
my Canadian Roots: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, Sept 11, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. From Ontario
to Wisconsin: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, October 16, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. A Lesson in
Humility: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, October 17, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. The Canadian
Prairie: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, October 21, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. The Texas of
Canada: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary
Medicine, October 29, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. The Alaska
Highway: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, October 31, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. Lake Kluane:
Traveling with Beau. Perspectives in Veterinary
Medicine, November 6, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. Arriving at
Anchorage: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, November 7, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. The Long
Journey Home: Traveling with Beau. Perspectives
in Veterinary Medicine, November 12, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. Rethinking
One Health, Part 1, Perspectives in Veterinary
Medicine, November 18, 2014.
Smith,
Donald F. Rethinking
One Health, Part 2, Perspectives in Veterinary
Medicine, November 19, 2014
