Today we lost our great friend, Churchill. I would love to say that he was the best dog we ever had - so I will.
Churchill came to us from my sister, Kris. It was her dream to get a NewFoundland puppy and she searched high and low to find a breeder that she trusted and that others with dogs from them trusted also. She traveled to Ohio to get him and bring him home to West Virginia.
We first met Churchill as a roly-poly ball of fur that attacked stuffed animals and people alike with love and kisses. I remember that he would flop down in front of a full water bowl and lay his head in it as he splashed water all over the floor and whatever and whoever was close enough. Kris tells a story about coming home after work one day to see all the couch cushions arrayed around the back yard. Churchill had pulled all of them out through his doggie door without damaging any of them! I guess the ground was hard out there...
Not long after, Kris divorced and moved to Alabama and we adopted Churchill as an 18 month old lovable doll. It wasn't long after that that he blew out both knees while chasing birds around the back yard on wet grass. Those swallows turn so fast!
After his surgery to repair the ligaments he had torn I had to carry him - all 120 punds of him - up and down the stairs to go outside. We had to support his rear end with a towel so that he could walk. Still, we loved him and we couldn't do anything different. We went so far as to build him a ramp so that he wouldn't have to climb the stairs. Funny, the ramp scared him, even with railings, and he never would use it. But it still stands there 8 years later...
As time went by and he got older, arthritis and hip displatia set into his joints. There were times when we wondered that he made it through another winter. It was painful to see him get up from his normal spot near the fireplace. But you never heard even a whimper from him.
He insisted on sleeping in our bedroom upstairs at night. 13 steps up. We had to lift and carry his rear end and he would walk up on just his front legs. We've been doing that for years now every night. I'll miss that, too.
He loved winter. With all that fur it got too hot in the house and he would be wanting to go outside and sleep in the snow. Then he wanted in and we would have to get the snowballs off his fur and then let the rest just melt off.
Somewhere along the line he developed a talent for training my wife, Anne. His special, high pitched, nerve shattering bark told her that it was time for a little milk. Or water. Or food. Or just a petting.
A few years ago we thought that he was on his last legs and decided to get another dog to keep him company. We ended up with two lab puppies, Jake and Murphy. They loved him from the first, maybe too much! But they got him up and moving and active. I'm convinced that they extended his time with us. Jake took it upon himself to keep Churchill clean after every feeding. We thought for a while that he was just bugging Churchill until our vet told Anne that it was classic pack behavior. The young cub taking care of the oldster.
Churchill was a gentle giant. The cats love him. The dogs love him. Little kids just think that he's a big bear to hug. We love him. We'll miss him terribly.
Scott Crist
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