She lamented that of all the wonderful things she had learned from her dog, she had never learned to say Goodbye. And that struck me. It brought back sad memories of my last day with Charlie, and those damned onion-cutting ninjas struck, and it got mighty dusty in here.
It was then that I realized dogs can't tell you Goodbye, until their final moments. It is their nature that way. It is their final gift to us. That's how it is, with dogs. Each one must teach you their own Goodbye, for no two are alike.
From the dogs in my life who have crossed the Bridge, I learned important things.
From Napoleon, my childhood dachshund I learned to care for and to love dogs.
Charlie, my first Ridgeback, taught me to let go.
Cody taught me dignity in suffering and in death.
Ranger taught me to live every day to the full, for we never know when Goodbye comes. For sometimes it comes far too soon.