Barney Google The Dog, often known to readers of witsendmagazine as The Family Dog, died today. He was nine years old. He rose from a stray on the streets of Pomona, California, to a bi-coastal pooch who wore red boots while he danced in the Vermont snow and who touched the lives and the hearts of all who met him.
Ultimately, just like his beloved tug of wars when we would finally admit that he was stronger than both of us and declare him the winner, Barney won and the cancer lost. He died before cancer killed him.
As the nephew Ben said, "Barney was a great guy. He made everyone's life better."
It's true. Everyone who met him was better because of that meeting.
I know we were. We miss him.
He was at his healthiest one hundred nineteen pounds of loving, dignified, goof ball.
And he loved us without judgment or condition. As did we him.
Here's to you, Barney.
And here's to us and every pet owner who has the courage to give their hearts.