Last night there was a beautiful crescent moon in a perfectly clear black sky
tipping its en pointe toe toward the brilliant Venus, with flickering Mars above
dotting her eye. Rolf and I looked up and it was an 'awwwwwwww'
moment. He said that earlier in the day there had been a rainbow right in that
same direction to the west. That was the 20th of February. This was the
day that Dru left we mere mortals here on earth late in the afternoon. I
had just kissed him goodbye at dusk.
Dru was formally CanCH Ballangeigh's Druimore Soars AGXS, AGIJS, RE,
CRX-MCL, MADC, MJDC, CRB, CRNT-MCL, CD, SGDC, CGN, VCI and had almost
attained a few more titles including GCh, but one of his very favourite humans
Auntie Jill had bestowed another title upon him some years ago and it became
part of his name: GQ, as in GQ Dru. He had a
gorgeous medium gold coat and was beautiful inside and out. Auntie Nancy
called him Rock Star Dru. He had rock star appeal.
Dru was a Golden superstar with legions of fans even globally because of his
cover-boy GQ good looks on calendars internationally. More than that he had a
heart as expansive as the great Canadian outdoors, and a generous spirit to
match. Nothing was done by Dru in small measures and he loved his friends
completely and with abandon. At the same time he was sweet, kind and
sensitive. Though he had achieved so much as a working dog, it wasn't really
because he had a great work ethic but because he was so smart. If he felt like
showing off he had no match. If he didn't feel like it, well, you were just
embarrassed while he went to kiss the judge, greet the spectators or sit and
have a good old scratch in the trial ring. When you were with Dru, you were
partying. His Golden bwhoowhoowhoo was unparalelled. Party
On a personal level he deeply loved his friends and his 'support staff'. His
groomers always had a challenge to avoid a bloodbath because he couldn’t keep
his tongue in his mouth and it was always getting wounded in action by scissors.
He loved giving big sloppy kisses and even reserved the sloppiest ones for
people that tried to avoid them. His famous tongue, sometimes airbrushed in
magazines, on calendar or book covers so his distinctive one-of-a-kind trademark
spots wouldn't show, earned him yet another moniker: Dru The Tongue.
Because he was such a cool swinging kind of guy, some people called him
Drubeedoobeedoo and he was also affectionately known as
Drusie-pooh. Supremely social and friendly, he was a great ambassador
for dogs in general and especially for Goldens and he had more hugs from kids,
seniors, complete strangers, friends, anyone, than any dog because he just
attracted attention and freely gave so much love. He loved to hold court
and he always made people smile or laugh or just feel good. There was nothing
ordinary about him. He just got up in the morning and looked fabulous, felt
fabulous and was fabulous. Until very very recently.
Dru came into the world as our Dublin-girl ‘Shadymist’s October Wind’ took
her final bow. They crossed paths within hours of her passing. She had been
named for the Irish lullaby about the October winds around the castle of Dromore.
'Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore / Take
heed, young eaglet, till your wings are feathered fit to soar' and so
our little 'bud of spring' became Ballangeigh's
Druimore Soars (spelling variation). Soar Dru did. Decades ago a friend
gave us a framed copy of beat poet Kerouac's famous lines from On the
Road in calligraphy , because he said they summed up Rolf perfectly. So
too in part do they apply to Dru, the part about 'the ones that never
yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman
candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the
blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
We never could have predicted that the boy with the great big loving heart
who loved so unconditionally, so universally, would die too young from a tumour
on his heart.
No genetic analysis predicted this; no amount of perfect care and love
prevented it. Goldens are cruelly afflicted with cancers.
Dru’s namesake famous beautiful lullaby link is below should you care to hear
it – just a minute or so.
Rolf and Dokkens said their goodbyes at home in the morning yesterday.
Dru and I were surrounded by a circle of love as he left us. Dr.
Michelle was an angel, Dr. Lex was a superstar, the associated vet staff and
techs were incredibly kind and thoughtful. Some of Dru’s special friends
came to the clinic to say farewell, and Michi who brought him into the world
held him too as he went away. Wonderful compassionate friend Diane
completed his final circle of guides to send him on his final journey. So
many more have been beautiful supportive friends. We are so grateful.
Sing hushabye low la loo, low la lan, for Dru. Sing hushabye low la loo.