Farewell, My Shine

Even as a puppy, Shiner had those eyes you only see in creatures with ancient souls. Always sweet, playful and affectionate, he was also a fearless defender of those he loved. As a peacemaker and gentle spirit, he welcomed other dogs into the family with grace and generosity. He enjoyed naps with all the enthusiasm other dogs give to meaty table scraps. He kept me warm when the nights were cold. I loved not having to go to an office every day because it afforded me the luxury of spending so much time with him. He was surely the most easygoing American Staffordshire Terrier in the history of the breed.

Despite his declining cardiopulmonary function over the last year, his quality of life remained excellent right up until the end. This was largely due to two things: (1.) a glucosamine/MSM supplement which has truly remarkable effects counteracting the effects of osteoarthritis, and; (2.) taking him off dog food, which I've concluded is poison even when it is not literally poisoned. Shiner's daily breakfast was pulverized or pureed greens, beans, broccoli, yogurt & cheese. Dinner was usually three or four raw chicken wings (raw bones are healthy for dogs and don't pose the choking hazard like cooked bones, which splinter). Within a month of changing his diet, his health improved dramatically: more energy; less coughing; significantly improved digestive health; no more dry skin.

Shiner was more than a pet, more than a friend, more than a family member. He was Beauty incarnate, much loved and well-cared for since joining us at the age of six weeks. He returned that love, exponentially, every day.

The hardest thing about loving any creature is outliving them. But the joy they bring into our lives is a sublime thing, well worth the abysmal grief left in the wake of their departure.

Shiner would've been fourteen on Thursday. We'll miss you, Shine. You were the best.