I am very sad. A true Princess has left us. As the child of Eddy Fisher and Debby Reynolds , Carrie Fisher was as close to American Royalty as it comes. She was a girl who made mistakes in her loves and her life, but she was a talented woman who gave us the Galaxy far far away as a strong, vivacious person.
You were one of my heroes, not because you were perfect, but because you accepted your imperfections, fought them and won the battle at the end. Your books took us on a journey of your other talents. You succeeded in places where many of your peers had failed.You fell into a vortex but then you emerged stronger and an example to many people who loved you.
Rest In Peace, General. May the Force accept you and grow stronger with your presence. You will be missed on our Planet.
A commentary on LOYALTY and our little Jack Russell Terrorists.
True loyalty is a very rare commodity in today’s world. A companion who will always stand by you is a ‘pearl of great price’ and of untold value. There is an ancient bond between mankind and our canine companions that was struck in the darkness of time immemorial. Many people have forgotten and violate the pact by ignorance and heartlessness. Some dogs don’t take it as seriously as others. They will run and hide in times of violence or danger to them. But not the Jack Russell. The old Parson would still be proud of the strain that he developed from his great lady bitch, Trump.
One of the things I seriously love about Jack Russell Terriers is their tenacity and their undying loyalty. We’re always hearing about the ones who go down a hole like Alice and can’t get back out. Or they get lost in the woods and have to be found.
There are even negative stories of them attacking other small pets like cats, ferrets and gerbils. These are unfortunately often true due to the innate nature of this little rascals, because they were bred to be brave beyond common sense and savage to their prey.
On the other side of the coin, however, there have been many many true stories of the little ones standing by their owners/masters/parents to the bloody end. There’s the story of George, a courageous Jack Russell from New Zealand who in 2009, was awarded a posthumous PDSA Gold Medal -( People’s Dispensary for Sick Animals,) the animals’ George Cross – for saving five children from attacking dogs. There’s the story of the South African JRT who remained to guard his master’s body after the man was killed by rebels in that country’s civil insurrection. There was the JRT who in England, saved his Mistress from a rapist by viciously attacking the man after being kicked numerous times. Then the story of the JRT who defended ‘his’ pub from burglars after they were closed. These news stories are becoming legendary.
Even television has given them a bow. There were the too perfect versions such as Eddie and Wishbone. But then on Law and Order there was an episode where a woman jogger was attacked and killed by an attack dog that had gotten loose in Central Park. The investigating detective (Lenny) sadly commented on the death of her little terrier dog who had fought the much larger dog to protect her.
I believe that if Nicole Simpson had possessed a JRT, there would have been proof of her murderer because he would have sustained injuries. The dog would not have been found wandering the streets in confusion. A Jack would have saved her or died with her.
Oh, yes. We know they have their problems and not all personalities mesh successfully. You can have a JRT who doesn’t work out for you. Something in their background may interfere with the bonding. Or they may be too high energy for your circumstance. If that happens, all you can do is return or rehome the dog. They are too strong willed to conquer if the relationship doesn’t take.
But we know that when we find them, that perfect dog, or they find us that we have a soul mate for life. We are blessed with our little hairy Angels. And the loyalty they give to us can only be returned as fully and as tenaciously as we can.
Because to do less than that, is simply not acceptable.
Holidays are certainly interesting. You hear from and are visited by your family and you need to be able to deal happily and quietly with them. And this year my family had to look past who was missing in the celebration.
But I am by nature a bit of a loner. I’m happier at home with my dogs, than going out to visit.
I think we are all this way just a bit. And unfortunately the one person who was the central cog/linchpin for us was my Mother. I say that sadly because she left us a year and a half ago. She knew all our foibles, our preferences and our dislikes. She knew what to say when we ran to her with skinned knees as children or money problems as adults.
My dad has never been one of those touchy-feeley sorts. He grew up in the 30s and 40s when men were too busy making money for the family to really be a part of the family. It was always up to the wives to pull everything together and keep the cookies baking and the meat roasting. And his career in the Air Force kept our Dad often away for a day, a week and sometimes even a year’s deployment.It was her wisdom and determination that held us together. So even now, there is an unmistakable hole in the center of the family when we get together proving once again that though the husband may be the head of the family, the wife and mother are the heart.
So, if you’re one of the lucky ones who, on a holiday trip home, walk into a bright, warm kitchen filled with love, laughter and the wonderful smells of turkey, ham or delivered Chinese Food give that woman (or man for that matter) a big hug, a loudy smacky kiss and spin them around while laughing together. Because a house without a wife is only a building with a lonely husband inside.