|Somo (2002?-May 27, 2008)|
This week we've been talking more than usual about Somo*, Ebony's predecessor as prince of the sofa. Somo joined our family in a flurry of providential circumstances on Memorial Day weekend 2004, and he passed away the day after Memorial Day in 2008.
He's also been on our mind because he was terrified of storms, of which we've had several. If a thunderstorm came when he was home alone with his older brother Steinway, he would shred the carpet down to the linoleum beneath. We tried gating him in the tiled bathroom, but in the absence of carpet he shredded any paper product within reach. Consequently, one of us made sure to be home if storms were predicted.
If storms came through when we were home, he would pace and pant and climb up us and the furniture to get to higher ground. When this happened in the middle of the night, one of us would get up with him so the other one could sleep without a small dog standing on his face trying to scale the wall. The maternal bounce-and-walk comfort trick was of no avail. Finally we discovered that leashing him so he could pace without doing himself harm worked pretty well. I slept many nights in a sleeping bag on the floor with the leash in my hand and him pacing all around me.
He was a smart dog, too. Once he crawled on his belly through the 6" space under our sofa to steal a bone literally from behind the back of his older brother. Steinway never did figure out where that bone went.
|Somo and Steinway together|
Never good at reacting quickly or well in a crisis, my only thought was to hold on to the leash because if we ran he'd chase us. And not to make eye contact. And surely the owner would restrain her dog any second. Poor Somo, however, decided he'd take his chances and run. He was smart enough that he probably recognized this particular dog would chase us even if we didn't flee.
So there we are: me at the center of the merry-go-round, holding onto the leash for dear life with one hand and trying to reach Somo with the other hand; Somo running in circles around me trying to escape but limited to the radius of the leash; and this giant of a dog running in circles behind him and gaining ground. It was like living the folk story about Sambo, only this tiger was not turning into butter.
The situation was desperate when, at the same instant, the mastiff's owner grabbed his collar and Somo escaped his. I stood for a moment, taking in the empty red collar at the end of my leash, and then took off running in the direction Somo had gone.
Back and forth I went down all the streets nearby. I waved down oncoming cars to ask if they'd seen a small white dog running for his life. When I could not walk any farther, I turned for home and called my husband to say I'd lost his dog but would head back out in the car to keep looking for him. By the time I finished explaining, I noticed a small white bundle on our doorstep.
Somo had already gone home.
|A favorite nesting spot, Somo's last Christmas|
*Swahili for confidant or intimate friend
Although I'm a few days late with this, life with my dogs has been a source of many, many "Playdates with God." You may read others' perspectives at Laura's place, The Wellspring.
So, So sweet.ReplyDelete
Bless your heart. What a dog and what drama (good and bad) to the end. Glad to get to read your salute. Reminds me of my dog that got away when I was in the sixth grade. She ended up hit by a car. You certainly can't forget these dear creatures.ReplyDelete
Sorry about your childhood dog, Amy. That happened just a few years ago to my sister's dog, and she's not over it yet.
We are always changed by whom or what we loved. Somo was not with us as long as we expected or wanted, but we are different (I think for better) for having shared life with him.
linked to here somewhence (Anne Voskamp's site?), and very much enjoyed the post on Somo. if memory serves, C. S. Lewis says somewhere that in certain respects we should be for animals (especially for those who share our lives)what Christ is for us; and spending stormy nights in a sleeping bag on the floor, leash in hand, is surely the sort of thing he had in mind...hope that you and Ebony will be each other's blessings all week long...ReplyDelete
@chris Welcome, chris. Thank you for your thoughtful, sensitive comment. That sounds like the kind of comment Professor Lewis would have made. Grace and peace to you in Jesus.ReplyDelete
Little Somo has such a darling face! It certainly sounds like he was well-loved in your arms. These little ones are surely "the least of these" and they need our tender care while they are here with us. Thank you for giving such good love. You have a sweet, precious heart.ReplyDelete
@LauraHe was well-loved. Not always wisely, but deeply. Thank you for your kind comment! Grace and peace to you in Christ.ReplyDelete