The when of death is not in our hands, it is unknown to us, but all the same unalterable.
Story lived a spectacular life, and died on his own terms, on the farm I had promised him many years ago.
From the day he came home to us until the moment of his death, and all the years in between, he never complained, not one single day. There was an easiness about him, and acceptance of whatever the day held, even on the day he died.
Story had so many qualities that made him who he was, remarkable. I can’t even count how many times I would look at him, standing in his power, and feel overwhelmed and grateful that we were walking this planet together.
I waited five years for a Ross Line Border Collie, the very definition of the original Highland dog. Every year I would call and every year I was told no because I wasn’t a working ranch. And then I went to meet Story in the turkey coop where he was born, and we were the perfect fit, undeniable, and so started our journey.
He was true, deeply honest, he had integrity up one side and down the other, he was power, raw power, he had try, talent, handsome beyond words, and was the most benevolent being on this planet that I have ever known.
But I think most of all, he was comfortable in his own skin. He stood firmly on this earth in every way, knowing who he was, unflappable to whatever came along, and not once did he show anything but kindness.
We shared fifteen years together, years of doing a lot of things and having a lot of adventures, exploring mountain ranges, and walking down countless dirt roads together, maybe one of our favorite things to do together.
He helped raise every dog we brought into our home, and most likely my kids as well.
He worked alongside me helping other dogs to trust again, to see the world through his eyes, and savor every single moment. In truth he did all of the work, I just stood back and watched the magic happen, over and over.
He was on national TV before he was one and half years old, and earned his first $25,000 before I had earned mine. He had photo shoots, demo’s all over the country, and sponsors that lavished him with food, toys, beds, and fancy swarovski crystal collars. He actually was a Rock Star, and I had the honor of taking care of him and calling him My Story.
Our life was in the mountains though, it was simple and real, and that is where we spent most of our time, maybe that was our true office, where we went to figure everything out, and just be. I don’t know but it always felt right.
As always, I love you Story …