Ten years ago today, our wise co-pilot grew a pair of wings and headed into the wild blue yonder. Our life would never be the same without him.
Jerry G. Dawg rocked our world from 1998 to 2008. The last two years we spent on the road as a pack, after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Even as he faced that evil beast, Jerry showed us how to reach beyond our comfort zone and embrace a simpler life. Free from most of our possessions and the idiocy of climbing the ladder of so-called success, that furry Buddha showed us how to make the most of each day. We are forever changed because of his leadership.
On October 3, 2008, cancer stole his body, but it couldn’t take his legacy. A decade later, the Tripawds community he started after losing his leg is now the world’s largest support community for animal amputees and their humans. Thanks to the Tripawds Foundation Jerry inspired, thousands of dogs and cats have been given an extra shot at a happier life thanks to his perseverance, his courage and his joyful nature through good times and bad. We are honored that he chose us to be stewards of his legacy.
The day he became eternal was long ago, but it still feels like yesterday. Letting him go was the hardest thing we’ve ever had to do, but we couldn’t have asked for a better place to set him free. There under the big skies of Montana on the grassy lawn of a country vet practice, he had the perfect send-off.
We could never bring ourselves to go back to the area, until now.
As we drove through Montana’s spectacular Madison Valley a few weeks ago, I couldn’t help but fight back tears, still grieving over losing that once-in-a-lifetime dog, a sacred soul that no other creature can ever come close to matching. If only he could have lived forever.
The free Madison River BLM campground where we parked for a few days was idyllic, a perfect place to deal with grief while remembering to celebrate his life, because that’s what he would have wanted. We decided to send a scoop of his ashes into the sparkling blue water running behind our campsite.
With all the courage in our hearts, we cracked open his urn and readied for the final step in mourning. We reached into the box, scooped some ashes and tossed them in the air. Like a sprinkling of fairy dust, the last reminders of his earthly presence floated into the sky. Ash, bone and bits sparkled in the fall sunlight then finally, eternally, blended into the surrounding landscape. How beautiful to know he’s officially part of it now.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that a dog is just a dog, or a cat, or any animal for that matter. Unburdened by so-called logic and emotions of human existence, they have so much to teach us, so many lessons that can make us better people. If only we can shut up long enough to pay attention.
Thank you, Jerry.
9 thoughts on “Madison Valley Mourning”
Beautiful piece. It’s good that you could return to that spot. Love the first photo. Big hugs.
Thank you Cinn. I hope we can give you a return hug in person this winter!
My “Jerry” is named Jack ..once in a lifetime.
Your grief but celebration of his life is inspiring. Sounds like Jerry has a great legacy and touched many people.
I know you get it Patti. Thank you for the sweet note.
Dang it, again tears. Why don’t you give tissue warnings. Jerry is one of a kind furry baby. Without him choosing you and taking you on this painful but yet wonderful journey we would have never met. I would have never had the strength to go through what I did with Sassy and losing her.
Jerry, you did an pawesome job picking awesome pawrents and having them create a wonderful community. Many of whom I consider family. You have left a great legacy one that I will help your family carry on. We all love you and mourn with your family today and everyday. Thank you. Run Free Jerry and celebrate with all of our furry babies up there on the Bridge. Welcome them with open paws.
Such a beautiful place to honor a beautiful soul. It is amazing how sharp the pain from losing a heart dog can remain, even a decade and more on. We are all forever grateful to Jerry for steering you in the direction he did–his influence and the lessons he taught have been felt around the world! Just think,if it weren’t for him the Oaktown Pack wouldn’t exist! Lighting a candle for him tonight…Run free Jerry!
Thanks Codie. We are honored. I can’t imagine our life without you as well. You’ve brought plenty of joy and great humans our way, so thank YOU.
I read this with tears streaming down my face….beautiful sentiment for a one-of-a-kind friend. I will be forever grateful he chose you to carry on his legacy; without you, I would never have had the courage to take the journey with my own one-of-a-kind friend. My life is forever changed, all due to a brave furry Buddha, and his people who loved him. THANK YOU
Our dogs are such a gift to us in so many ways, aren’t they Paula? Thanks for reading. Yup, Jerry came to us with a mission, just as Nitro did for you and our community as well. It all goes round and round, just like the furry tumbleweeds under my dining table. Thanks for being part of our community and such a dear friend.