Our Beloved Trygve

Trygve, the hunting partner of our dog Sture.
Trygve, the hunting partner of our dog Sture.

I heard yesterday that Trygve had to be put down. My buddy Steve kept this dog and he gave us Sture back years ago. They were both flat coat retrievers, which is a European breed and may seem unfamiliar.

It’s really fascinating the close bonds that we form with our pet dogs. It is why we grieve so when they leave. Our dog Sture left right in the middle of a party we were having at the ranch in November. Couldn’t have been better really, although that may sound strange. But he was surrounded by people he loved and who loved him and it all seemed perfect to us at the time.

I remember watching some science shows on the tube about dogs that have left me with some ideas. One was about how dogs watch humans, their masters. They watch your eyes most of the time to get clues on us. And two, they can understand when we point our hand they look off in the distance in the direction of the pointing. Very much of a leap of understanding really.

These type of abilities have come from our close relationship. And one show even went so far as saying that humans wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for dogs. If you think about it some,it doesn’t seem so far fetched. Their keen senses, loyality and ability to learn made perfect companions. And by guarding us and increasing our effectiveness as hunters gave us a big edge.

So thank you to dogs in general and thank you Sture and Trygve for dogs in the specific. We will drink to you at tapas today. And life goes on as they say, love to you my readers, Felipe.

4 thoughts on “Our Beloved Trygve”

  1. Kindly shared a friend named Gretchen remembering a dog named Sunday–
    We who choose to surround ourselves
    with lives even more temporary than our own
    live within a fragile circle,
    easily and often breached.
    Unable to accept its awful gaps,
    we still would live no other way.
    We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
    never fully understanding the necessary plan…
    “The once again prince,” Irving Townsend

    And THAT is wonder, huh?

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