Thankful for the love of an Angel

Opinion column

T. Gamble

T. Gamble

It was love at first sight, at least for her. But who could blame her staring intently back at me? After all, what’s not to love? Dark raven black hair, steely dark eyes, and an anxious gaze of anticipation all told me this would be a match made in heaven.

And so began a love affair in the winter of 1996 which continues until this day.

Her name was Angel and I guess she deserved the name, having known only hell until being rescued from a ditch bank only a few days before our introduction. She’d been struck by a car, broken jaw, broken ribs, broken pelvis, but, most of all, a broken heart. She’d remain for three long days trapped in the ditch, right before Thanksgiving, 35-degree weather, spitting rain, the world busily whizzing by, caring not one iota about her plight. But this apathy was nothing new since she came from the mean streets of Porter’s Alley in Dawson, where every dog must fight for every scrap every day.

A real life Angel found her after three hard, long days and took her to the local vet. It was there I picked her up, needing another dog about as much as I needed another root canal.

Her right leg bent to an outward angle, which caused her to walk with a pronounced limp, and her jaw set a little sideways, giving her a crooked smile. She was mostly Chow, the rest grit and determination.

I took her home at lunch on a work day. No time to stay and gain acquaintance, I left her on the back door steps of my country home and hoped she’d be there when I returned that night. I got home a little after dark and there she sat, on the top step, where I’d left her. For the first time in her life she had a home and, by God, she wasn’t going to leave it.

Soon, her days were filled with rides in the back of the truck and chasing squirrels — those dreaded squirrels. A limping walk would transform into a bolt of lightning at the mere glimpse of a squirrel. She’s lived with German shepherds twice her size, a 10-pound Boston terrier who bit her on the nose when first they met, a slew of yard cats and even once a squirrel — yes, the hated enemy the squirrel — and never once so much as snarled, or growled, at any of these God’s creatures.

The Hurricane boy has pulled and tugged and ridden and harassed, but all he gets in return is a wag of the tail and a lick In the face.

But now her steely eyes have dimmed and there are no more days of chasing squirrels and summer rides. Seventeen years of as pure a love as God himself knows how to grant is, I fear, near its end. The walk is pained and slow. The gaze sometimes uncertain and weak.

In lighter moments, I refer to her as the Walking Dead and tell the kids not to wake her, lest she discover she’s been dead for the last two years.

Truth be known, for her there will not be another Thanksgiving Day celebration. Of course, I said that last year, and the year before, but Father Time appears now to be making his last call.

So when we slice the turkey, we’ll cut an extra large piece for the Angel, and stop and pray and thank God for the blessing of a beat-up, broken-down, reject of a dog that gave more love in a day than most folks know how to give in a lifetime.

That is what I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving. What are you thankful for this year?

Contact columnist T. Gamble at t@colliergamble.com.


waltspecht 2 years, 8 months ago

You made an old man cry today. I lost Lady this Spring after 16 years, and it still hurts. That Airdale would fight a Hog or look out for the house, whatever you wanted her to do. Never had a hostile bone in her body for anyone she knew, or you introduced her to. She didn't take to kindly to folks talking or acting bad, and was quick to step between a Family member and any percieved threat. Like Will Rogers said " If dogs don't go to heaven, when I die I want to go where they are."


Clif 2 years, 8 months ago

NO one has known unconditional love & loyalty until you are blessed with the pure love of a dog!


RedEric 2 years, 8 months ago

I believe it applies especially to a rescued dog. We adopted a small Yorkie male. After a period of adjustment he became the most loving dog we have ever had. I be live he realized that being part of a family, or pack, was pretty good. He died this summer and we will have pain for quite a while, but we are thankful we got to have him in our family


Roger879 2 years, 8 months ago

Yes, they are the most wonderful friends anyone could ever hope for. All my dogs have been ones I have picked up alongside the road or gotten from the pound. They have made the most wonderful companions too, forever faithful. Even my cats have been wonderful..living in the country we needed vermin control and always got some from the pound or from locals and they were wonderful too. Just recently lost a beloved calico to a snake. So sorry for you loss RedEric, it is like losing a family member, I know. Sitting on the deck yesterday with my other pets as the sun went down, spending our quiet time together, I looked at them and could sense they felt the loss of their brother not being there with us.


VSU 2 years, 8 months ago

I had an uncle in North Carolina that lived out in the country a few years back that had this German Shepherd named Daisy Mae. I loved that dog and enjoyed playing with her when we visited. She looked mean, but she was very loving, playful, devoted and loyal to those around her. A sad moment came when a young toddler was out in the back yard and 3 wild dogs were approaching the toddler and Daisy Mae with no concern for her own safety fought those dogs off to protect the toddler until my Uncle was able to shoot the dogs away, but unfortunately Daisy Mae passed away shortly after the dog attacks. I felt sad. That dog put her life on the line to save that little girl.


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