YESTERDAY WAS A BRUTAL DAY . . . WE SURVIVED – TAVOR DID NOT:
Yesterday Early Evening, Anne & I Had a Very Good Friend, a Young Woman who we Mentored as a Younger Girl, who Eventually Became a Great Veterinarian, Come Over to the Property to Lay Tavor to Rest.
It’s A Very Complicated Story Which Is A Microcosm Of Life Itself.
As Most Of You Know . . . Tavor Came Into our Lives When he was Just 3 1/2 Weeks Old, After We Laid Our 11 1/2-Year-Old German Shepherd Dog Stryker To Rest Because Of Failed Health.
We Bought Tavor From A Reputable German Shepherd Breeder Near Vancouver (Canada), and Officially Took Tavor Into our House at 8-Weeks Old. And With this Gorgeous Puppy, we Drove the 3,000-Mile Distance Across Canada from the Pacific Coast to South-Eastern Ontario.
Tavor Was A Bundle Of Joy. But, At 8-Weeks Old, Just After we Began our Journey Back Across the Rocky Mountains to Home, we Literally Realized from the Get-Go, that Tavor Would Never Really Be a Pet . . . Tavor’s Nature Was 100% Focused On Two Things . . . Being With Anne & Myself . . . And Protecting Anne & Myself From Everyone & Everything.
Tavor’s Messianic Focus On Protecting Anne & Myself Became A Huge Issue & A Problem That Could Not Be Ignored. We Spent a Great Deal of Time, Effort & Money Having Tavor Evaluated & Trained with Two of North America’s Best German Shepherd Working Dog Behaviorists, to Do Whatever we Could to Make Tavor’s Life as Perfect & Protected from Himself as We Could.
Tavor Was Just A Bit More Than 2 1/2 Years And Well More Than 100-Pounds . . . When we Finally Realized that No Matter How Much Time, Effort & Money we Threw at the Problem . . . Tavor’s Nature Will Never Change . . . He Was What He Was.
To Anne & Myself . . . Tavor Was The Most Incredible & Loving Dog In Existence. He Would Die for Us & Conversely, He Would Kill for Us, which was the Problem.
To The Entire Rest Of The World . . . Tavor Saw Everyone as a Threat to Anne & Myself, Even People who He Knew as a Puppy.
Had We Been Able To Surround Tavor In A Hermetically Sealed Bubble, We Would Not Have Hesitated, since Anne & I Had Already Altered our Lifestyle Completely to Accommodate Tavor, Which To Us Was Indeed A Small & Worthy Sacrifice.
But We Couldn’t Guarantee That At One Time, Tavor wouldn’t Break Free from One of us, or that Someone who we Didn’t See Would Rush Unseen by Either Anne or Myself to Give Tavor a Pat, or that the Amazon Driver would Come at the Wrong-Time or Wrong Place.
GOD FORBID A CHILD WOULD WANDER INTO TAVOR’S ORBIT:
If Any of the Above Scenarios were to Happen, which More Likely than Not Would Have Eventually Happened . . . Tavor Was Such A Massive, Powerful & Aggressive Dog, That He Would Have Caused Great Personal Damage & Even Death.
AS MUCH AS ANNE & I LOVED TAVOR WITH ALL OUR HEARTS . . . We Could Never Live with Ourselves if Anyone (Undeserving) was Ever Injured, Maimed or Killed by Tavor, Only because We Didn’t Have the Strength to Sacrifice Tavor for the World Around Him to be Safe.
I’m Going To Be 74-Years Old In February. Anne Will Be 73-Years Old In December. Yet Here we Were Yesterday, Crying like Children over the Body of Our Best Friend whose Love, Devotion & Trust I Felt I Betrayed in Order to Keep The World Around-Us Safe.
If There Was Any Other Way Not To Have To Do What We Did – We Would Have Done-It. But there Wasn’t.
Tavor Didn’t Die Alone. Even though Everyone was Terrified of Tavor, He was so Beautiful that Whoever Met Tavor, Even from a Distance, could Not Have Too Much of Looking at Him. And Whenever we Had Company-Over, which was Often, Tavor Wore One of His Many Custom Fitted Muzzles, which Allowed People to Pet, Hug & Even Kiss Tavor, Of Which There Was An Army Of Tavor Fans Who Did Just That.
Close Friends who Love Anne & Myself (Probably More Anne Than Me), and Loved Tavor, Came to Pay their Last Respects as our Good Friend Frank, Anne & Myself Carried Tavor’s Wrapped Lifeless Body Several Hundred Feet where we Laid-Him to Rest in a Pre-Dug Grave Near his Absolutely Favorite Outdoor Spot.
SOME PEOPLE SAY DOGS DON’T HAVE A SOUL – SOME PEOPLE SAY TOO MUCH:
Whether People Agree With This Or Not . . . I Stood Before the Open Grave & Delivered the Hebrew Prayer for the Dead. Then We Mostly Filled The Grave By Shovel Before We Finished-Up With The Tractor.
As I’m Telling You This Story . . . My Heart Is Broken – There Will Never Be Another Tavor. But After Saying that, Life Goes-On. And the Only Way we Can Move-Forward is to Put the Past Where the Past Belongs – But Never Shutting-Out The Memories.
Anne & I Will Be Seeing A German Shepherd Breeder This Afternoon . . . Who Has a Female German Shepherd Puppy Ready to be Adopted. I Don’t Know if that will be the Dog, But What I Do Know, is that Anne & I Don’t Want to be Spending the Winter at Myrtle Beach (SC) . . . Without A Dog We Can Train & Smother With Love.
Just Like With Stryker, Our Previous German Shepherd Dog Before Tavor, We will Love all the Wonderful Days & Memories Tavor Gave-Us from the First Moment We Laid Eyes on Him.
In A Twisted Way . . . Good People Do Bad Things For Good Reasons:
OFTEN TIMES . . . DOING WHAT IS RIGHT IS A BURDEN TOO HARD TO BEAR:
With Teary Eyes . . . I Bid You Adieu . . . And Will Keep You Apprized.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov