Left our lives way too soon at only 15 months old.
Essence came to us most unexpected as we had originally chosen a dog called Domino to join our family. On meeting her I saw a dog that seemed exceptionally fearful and aggressive to most around her, I think that her life prior to coming to us was a troubled one. I was given the choice of either dog and after spending some three hours with Essence knew that she was a very special Doberman indeed and she was the one that I fell in love with. From the minute I brought her home she bonded with me, following me around like my shadow. Essence was absolutely amazing with our cats, despite being attacked by Abby she never once retaliated and was a perfect lady. Around people however she was a different story fiercely protective and doting after us, she did not like anyone coming too close. For the short time that we had her I realized that something quite amazing had entered our lives. Around 10 years ago my beloved Great Dane was run over and killed at 15 months of age, and I never thought I would have a dog like him again, and then there was Essence and she changed things. It was almost like my dear Cognac had walked back into my life, there were many times that she just took my breath away how alike they actually were. The last walk I had with her will stick in my mind forever. It was a beautiful sunny day and I wanted to clean the kitchen, I looked out of the window at the fields and looked at Essence and thought the kitchen can wait lets go for a walk. I am eternally grateful I made that decision, we had such a wonderful time, she was such a well trained dog and very tolerant of my lack of her language. The very same night just hours after we had enjoyed our walk together Essence was run over and killed on the tiny country lane outside our home, we watched in horror the whole thing happen, the images will never go away, she was just 15 months old. Our time together was short but I had sworn I would never have another dog again and Essence changed all that, she protected our family and she loved us unconditionally, and I am grateful for each and every second we had with her. Essence was a stunning Doberman, truly beautiful to look at and to live with, but most of all she was our friend. Our lives were enriched by being given the opportunity to love her, and we are poorer for not having her with us now. “Goodbye my baby, thank you for helping me to understand there was another”.
Just days after Essence was killed I was walking in the same field where we had our last walk together, it was very early in the morning but the sun was already blazing down. Tears were running down my face as I thought of Essence and how I wished she could be here with me just like the last walk we had, when I felt something brush my shoulder. I was shocked to see it was a beautiful barn owl that had landed briefly on my shoulder and then taken off in flight in front of me. My barn owl circled me and stayed with me most of that walk. Since then we have seen our owl many many times, she is a watcher over the property and never far away, I like to think the spirit of Essence is still here.
What is the saddest thing is I have lost some very very special animals in my time, that as time goes on I can look back and take some comfort in how amazing and how wonderful our time together was. But some vindictive people in my times of grief like nothing better to hurt me by naming other animals after my beloved animals that were so dear to me and have sadly now passed over rainbow bridge. There will only ever be one Frankie he was killed some two years ago now, yet there is a sphynx named after him “Frankly My Dear” aka Frankie who entered the country after Frankie’s death, named that name just to hurt me. Just this week I now find another kitten from the Shangari cattery has been named Essence who just happens to be a daughter of that very same Frankie, how utterly ridiculous and spiteful can you get. Well there was only one Frankie and there is only one Essence, being without them hurts far more than anything that anyone could do to us. Maybe people cannot think up names of their own instead they have to use my beloved animals that are gone but never forgotten names instead, perhaps I should see this as a compliment, but forgive me I cannot help but see it as sick, how can one think so little of ones animals as to name them in spite, it just makes no sense whatsoever, surely their beloved animals names should be unique to them not have to be named after others for some ridiculous vendetta, or are they not their beloved animals at all? do they really mean so little as to not have an identity of their own?
Rest in peace my sweet Essence each and every day we miss you,
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.