My Griffin

Dear Griffin, I clearly remember the first time we met. Jim had brought you at all of four months of age to my families summer reunion. You were shy with those striking bi-eyes and those massive white paws accentuated by your thick brindle coating. Jim had purchased you from a local pet store, not long after you had been flown to Maryland from a midwestern Indian reservation where you were born. Those white paws were wobbly still as they touched the unfamiliar grass and were overwhelmed by all the people attention while your senses soaked in the great outdoors. I was still in mourning for Tobin, my Australian shepherd dog but as each day passed I grew more and more amused by your puppy antics as you warmed your way into my life. I also remember the day when Jim and I went to Rockville in the snow with you to find a dog companion and were fortunate enough to find Izzie, a ridgeback and your soul mate. From that first day, the two of you rough housed tirelessly and were inseparable for many years to come. Griffin, I must admit that you presented a bit of a challenge to train after Tobin who would have died in the stay command. Jim and I went to numerous trainings before you were molded into the obedient dog you became. I was always in awe of your gentle nature and innate connection to other wildlife. I remember the time a cow licked you thru the fence at the Department of Agriculture and also how a deer sat down near you once in your dog paddock. It's really hard to say good bye after fourteen years to such an integral member of our family. You have carved a special place in our hearts forever. Until we meet again dear friend at the Rainbow bridge. Rest in peace, Nancy