Gentle Ben This is dumb. I mean, Ben was just a dog, and he wasn't even my dog. But something about Ben captured a big piece of my heart. And now, today, that piece of my heart is broken. Is that dumb, or what?
To be honest, I don't remember when or how I first became aware of Ben. I'm not exactly what you would call a pet person. I've always seen the dogs in the neighborhood as... well... dogs, something to be tolerated, not necessarily embraced. But there was something about this big old yellow Lab that made me notice him, and eventually love him, despite my best efforts to remain indifferent. I think he first captured my attention as the leader of our neighborhood doggy gang. I know you would normally call a group of dogs a pack, but that would suggest more organization, structure and purpose than these guys had. There were three or four of them, and they just sort of cruised the neighborhood, playing with children, yapping at cars and begging for food. Ben was clearly the alpha leader of the gang, because he was far and away the biggest of the dogs, but also because he had this powerful personality that seemed to permeate the entire gang... er... pack... er... whatever. And that wasn't a bad thing. I quickly learned that Ben's personality was something special. Not to get too anthropomorphic or anything, but Ben was a gentle soul. Sure, he was also playful, fun, loyal and good-natured - all of those things that are often attributed to beloved dogs, but he was first and foremost gentle. I don't remember ever hearing him growl or bare his teeth or act in an intimidating way - ever. There was a basic goodness and sweetness about him that made you feel that he was... I don't know... kind, and caring, and compassionate. Is that dumb? Certainly, Ben was special to my family, even though he wasn't ours. When my daughter Andrea was living at home, Ben would follow her when she went out jogging. I never feared for Andrea's safety because I knew Ben would take care of her. My son Jon would love to have a dog, but since we don't (see above), I have often found him playing and wrestling on the lawn with Ben. And even though she is allergic to dog hair, my wife, Anita, always carves out a piece of every pot roast and takes it outside to Ben, who seems to know when it is time to camp outside our back door and wait for his share of our dinner. For my part, Ben has been my barbecue buddy. I don't know if it's the smell of the propane or what, but 10 minutes after I fire up the barbecue, he's there. He doesn't beg, exactly, he just stretches out on the grass in the shade of our backyard apple tree and patiently waits. Occasionally he lifts up his head to look at me, in much the same way that Anita will occasionally poke her head out the back door to see how the grilling is coming. When Ben gets up and saunters over to the grill, I know that it's time to eat. I'll probably burn our next barbecue, because he won't be there to tell me when it's done. The last time we saw Ben was early last Friday morning. We were packing the car to take a quick trip out of town. Ben was just sitting there, watching me pack the car. He wasn't frolicking like he used to when he was a pup, but he sat there, and I talked to him a little as I prepared to leave. Then Jon came outside and scratched the back of Ben's head. "Hey, Buddy," Jon said, as Ben looked up at him with those adoring eyes of his. "Did you come to say good-bye?" Evidently, he did. When we got home Sunday night, our neighbor tearfully told us that Ben had been peacefully put to sleep. We knew Ben was getting old, but we weren't aware of the health problems he was having that finally caught up to him that morning. So it was startling to us. We took our evening walk in silence. We informed other neighbors of the loss in hushed tones. Tears were shed by all of us, who believe that our neighborhood is a kinder, gentler place because we knew and loved a dog named Ben, even if that sounds... you know... dumb. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
